Ron Taylor

Two hot families

I took off my dress and lay down on the bed wearing just bra and panties. I looked around. This room would be my home for the next year – maybe longer, if Daddy thought I was making acceptable progress at the school. It wasn't bad – a little bare right now, for I'd just moved in last evening. My roommate wasn't here yet, either. Once she arrived and we set about decorating to fit our particular tastes and styles, it would be a lot more homey. If a boarding school room can ever really be like home. Whatever home is like.

On an impulse, I got up from the bed and hurried to my desk, where I'd already hidden my stash. Possession wasn't encouraged at this school, but there was no automatic expulsion penalty, so I didn't feel too paranoid. I unzipped the leather pouch and took out one of the joints I'd rolled yesterday afternoon on the plane ride down. The first toke reminded me of how good this special Colombian really was, and I savored it all the way down my tubes. The air started growing pungent with the smell of burning grass and I sniffed appreciatively between hits on the stick.

"Mmmmmm, okayyy," I drawled lazily, sipping the reefer.

I smoked it fast and I swallowed the roach. The little residue in that would get into my bloodstream sooner or later, too, and I could count on a delayed buzz.

"I think I can feel it now," I said aloud, rubbing my bare stomach until it tingled from the outside in as well as the inside out. My hand was itchy, too, and I pressed it against my abdomen, just above the waistband of my low-riding panties. I stood there a moment, shivering, allowing the good stoned feelings to ride up and down my body. It seemed to hit the back of my head and the tips of my toes about the same instant, and I felt good. Very good.

I lifted my hand and gave it something to scratch. One finger extended itself lazily and began to strum across the soft nylon cup of my bra, tickling until my left nipple was visibly erected punching out the clingy wisp of fabric that encased my cunt. I closed fingers upon the nubby erection and squeezed it till it throbbed. So did I. All over. My nipples are very sensitive. I can almost come from having them played with, if they're played with right.

"HI, there," I told the stubby prominence, tweaking it with my thumb and index finger. I squirmed where I stood, and the nip pushed out a little further, fat and squiggly, eager to thrust itself into the pinching grip I had on it.

My other hand came up of its own will and cupped the other tit. The nipple here was only a little behind in the race; one good squeeze and it was fully as stiff and punchy as the left one. It was all hard and eager, hot against the palm that covered it, pressed it down, made it stand up that much faster. Why not? I thought. There's nothing on the radio and I don't feel like watching TV. Releasing my breasts, I reached behind myself and unhooked the clasp in the middle of my back. The cups fell forward, sliding off my tits, and the straps eased down my shoulders. I let the bra swirl to the floor, immediately cupping my hands over my now bare tits.

They were warm and damp with a faint sheen of perspiration, almost like oil. I worked it into the small conical titties, working my hands in circles on them until the flesh was hot and the nipples even harder and my knees beginning to sag where I stood, ass up against the edge of the desk.

I went to the bed again, pulling down my panties as I walked, and I stepped out of them just before turning round to look at myself in the makeup table mirror. It was made for close-up work, but I was far enough from it that I had a good, overall, up and down look at Barbara Gifford in virtually all her naked glory.

For fifteen, I'm not built badly. At least, that's what people like to tell me. Five-foot-five, 105 pounds, wavy hair that's almost classic platinum blonde. My tits are on the small side just right for fashion modeling shaped like, small cones and set high up on my chest. When I stand erect the nipples stick straight out. They're large nipples, considering the size of my boobs, like big pink smears spilling over the tips of the two cones, and the teats extend almost an inch when they're fully excited. Which they were right now, and my hands on them certainly weren't helping matters any.

My legs are long and smooth, firm from ankles to wherever you want to get, climbing my legs. I don't have much of an ass, in terms of fleshiness, but it sticks out nicely, thanks to the natural curvature of my spine, and there's enough wiggle to draw attention when I wear my favorite French jeans. All in all, it's a good body and a young body and a firm body and a tight body, and I wouldn't send it back to the factory for readjustments even if I could.

I flopped onto the bed, parting my legs as I landed, and then I rolled over so that I was lying on my back instead of my belly. My legs were still spread, and I lifted the knees slowly, keeping them wide apart I looked down my belly, past the twin peaks of pinkness, and sighted in on my fluffy bush.

My beaver is almost white – it's that blonde – and it only grows on the swell of my pubes. There are just a few stay wisps and curls flanking my slit, and no hair at all around my asshole or in my crotch itself. Natural blondes don't have a lot of body hair, and I'm as natural a blonde as you're ever going to run into.

I cupped my titties and made them jiggle a bit, the nips wobbling around as if they were trying to evade the quick flicks and pinches of my fingers.

Each time I closed fingers on my paps, little spurts of pleasure shot through me and my uplifted knees wavered from side to side. Down there, where my body was sliced open between the legs, I could feel a growing heat and arousal. I made my thighs squeeze together, and there was a pleasant sticky feeling around the lips of my cunt.

"Do it now," I suggested to myself, and one hand began to crawl down my body. Over the flat, firm stomach, taking time out en route to do a little finger work on my navel, and then covering the final stretch in one quick darting lunge, as my ass began to bounce on the bed.

My fingers skimmed through the puffy hedge of hair and down, onto the bare crease of my pussy. I surrounded it one finger on each side of the slash and I worked my fingers up and down quickly, rubbing and squeezing and pinching off the opening until it misted over with a watery leakage of girl cum.

I could feel the stuff seeping from my cunt, and I rubbed again, harder, drawing more of it from me. A gasp caught in my throat, like a piece of hastily swallowed food, and I didn't know whether to gulp it down or let it out. My fingers slid over, onto my cunt, and I couldn't hold the urge back another second. I let it go, a long, quivery-throated sigh that seemed to be coming, not from my upper mouth, but from the one down below, the one that was even then being parted widely by my nervous, trembly, but oh, God, so eager fingers.

There was a squish sound, my hand squashing and toying with the ever-sloppier lips of my cunt, and then I was split, the tight clingy inner labia pulled open, room air flowing into my pussy. And along with that air, the tip of my middle finger. While thumb and index held me open, I stuck my middle finger inside, scratching about as if I'd never been there before.

The entry way was tight, and I moaned aloud as I started to make penetration. "Oooooooohhhhh." Again that strange husky sound, not at all like my normal voice tones, and again I could fantasize that it was my pussy whimpering and not my mouth. Relishing the way the cry seemed to echo off the walk of the room and bounce back into my ears time and again, I let my finger push a little deeper.

Inside, I was slick and moist, nearly all the way up. My finger straightened out, the nail scraping delicately at the sensitive inner lining of my cuntal tube, and suddenly I was gulping again. My tight cooze had melted round the finger, constricting itself automatically around the intruding object. I'd been fucking for over a year, but not enough to make my puss all sloppy and out of shape. The muscles will yield, if they're given enough stimulation, but they're very tight naturally, and right now, I felt as if I were being screwed by a mule, with only the slender stiffness of my middle finger actually inserted in me. My hips began to rock on the bed, and my pussy was alternately humping to meet the finger, bumping to jerk away from it. "Aaaaahhhh," I cooed happily, feeling more of the finger jabbing inside me.

I pulled my knees up a little higher, rocking in rhythm now, and I got my other hand into action. I reached from beneath my lifted thigh, fingertip tickling its way through my crack and onto my pussy from the underside. The index finger was pointing straight out, and it scratched the base of my middle finger as it too fought its way into me. There was a momentary resistance from my cuntal muscles, but it was only momentary. The fingertip prodded, the muscles relaxed, and sucked up that second finger as wetly as they had the first.

Now I had two hands in action or at least, the active fingers of two hands and I could get into some kinky and delightful experimentation. Poke with one finger pull back with the other. Then vice versa. Middle finger stabbing into my depths then jerking out and making room for the index finger to do the same thing but from a different angle. My hips kept twitching, and my knees lifted higher and higher, till they were pulled right against the long, hot stiff nipples or my lust-swollen tits, and my index finger hid that much more room to get in there and do its thing.

To be honest, I'd rather do it this way than go to the bother of meeting a guy and observing whatever social amenities he wanted to get out of the way before asking me for a fuck. I had fucked three different guys and none of them left me satisfied or even very much impressed. They were in a hurry to get their cock in me and their cum squirted up my snatch, as if the insertion and the squirting were all that really mattered. With my fingers, I could take things at my own speed, arouse myself, really enjoy it. So, I hadn't fucked anything except my fingers since the Valentine dance at the last school I went to. And hadn't really wanted to, either.

Of course, I made up for it by masturbating a lot. And I mean a lot. I spent most of the summer just ended at a riding school in Virginia, and what with bouncing around in the saddle all day and finger fucking myself all night, there were days I thought I'd be bowlegged the rest of my life. Oh, well, I'd been on the wagon for the last couple of weeks, and it seemed an appropriate way to break in my new dorm room. I punched again, sliding both fingers up my cooze in one swift, hard pass, and I felt the walls of my cunt beginning to respond the way they ought to.

"Better, baby," I told myself, in a hoarse whisper, and I was just pulling back to do it again, my thumb swirling around the exposed, glistening nub of my clit, when I heard knocking on my door. "Oh, shit," I growled softly, fingers popping out of my cooze with reluctance. I sat up on the bed, coughed as I tried to regain normal speech and breath patterns, and asked, "Yes, who is it?"

"Just me Dierdre can I come in?"

"A minute, huh?" Dierdre was the dorm proctor, a senior helping us new girls get oriented to the school. As I hopped off the bed and wrapped myself up in the bathrobe I'd already set out for later, I found myself wondering if she'd heard me talking to my cunt as I played with it. "Come in," I said, walking around the bed. Maybe she'd smelled the marijuana. Christ, the room smelled like Mexico was on fire!

The door opened and Dierdre came inside. She was wearing her school uniform-jumper, blue, with the school insignia on its front, in gold-white blouse knee socks. Her long, almost black hair was tied off in pink ribbons on either side of her attractive, tanned, healthy-looking face. She closed the door behind her, then turned to me, nose curling up. She sniffed. I prepared myself for a lecture, at the very least.

"Colombian?" she asked. I nodded. "Do you believe in sharing, by any lucky chance?" I grinned, then nodded. Dierdre strolled further into the room, stopping beside the bed on which I'd just been diddling myself. And what, I wondered, might she be sniffing at there?

The buzz from the first joint was starting to wear off so I took a good sized take myself before handing the fresh one to Dierdre. "Mind if I sit down?" she asked, indicating the bed. I didn't, so she planted her bottom on the edge of the mattress, facing me, and she put the joint to her lips, savoring it as she inhaled. Her eyes closed dreamily, and I felt pretty good too, because I had a fair idea of the way management here felt about students and dope.

She finished her hit and passed the joint back to me. I took it, leaning toward her, and I felt the front of my bathrobe come open, baring me from neck to knees. As I straightened up, I made to close it, but Dierdre caught my hand. "Hey," I said.

She looked up at me, and our eyes locked in. Hers were large, heavy-lidded as if she'd just awakened from a deep sleep but the green eyes themselves were fully alive, staring at me intently, almost hypnotically. Her fingers were still on my wrist and there was a subtle rhythm to the way they squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed. I tried not to look, concentrating instead on the joint. I hit it hard, sucking smoke all the way down to my belly, but when I looked down, she was still staring up at my face. Abruptly, then, she let go of my hand and I pulled my robe shut, far too late for any illusions of modesty.

"Here," I said, offering her the joint. She took it.

I pulled the chair out from the desk and sat down carefully, making sure my robe didn't open up again.

This wasn't the first girls' school I'd ever gone to remember. I'd been around, enough to recognize the look in Dierdre's eyes when she got a flash of my nubile little body. It was nothing new. There's an active dyke on every floor of every dorm in every girls' school in the country. At least one. It's not unusual for them to be proctors, either.

Dierdre didn't look quite like a girl-queer, though. There was a tangible femininity about her, in the soft flutter of her green eyes, in the moisture of her lips, in the way she held herself as she sat loose limbed, like a cat in relaxation. No, I thought, she can't be a lesbian. Even if she did all but have her tongue hanging out while she was eyeing my tits.

We passed the joint back and forth, smoking in silent appreciation, making the room foggy with the sweet smoke of burning Colombian. Even when I wasn't taking, I had only to breathe if I wanted a fresh hit, and I felt the delightful old buzz taking hold of me.

"How do you like it here?" Dierdre asked, attacking the silence with her soft, low-pitched voice. "It's okay," I coughed put between puffs. "Last school I was at, you got expelled automatically for doing this. That is, if they caught you. I was always lucky."

She nodded. "When I was a freshman here, it was the same way. So we had a smoke-in one day. Half the girls in the school toked up at headmistress' office. We all lit up, and presented our demands, and a day or two later, they dropped possession to a misdemeanor. There are some places on campus where you don't smoke, though. Your roomie can tell you where. Mmm, this is really good stuff. Where'd you get it?"

"Cleveland."

"Is that where you're from?" I nodded. "Me, I'm local. I don't sound it, but I'm from just across the river. Good old Kentucky girl. You have a family?" she asked.

"Just my father. My mother…" She'd been gone for three years but I still found it hard to talk about her.

Dierdre seemed to realize that. "What does your father do?"

"He makes money," I said. "That's all he cares about. Making money, then using it to make more money. I think that's his picture on the makeup table. Haven't seen him in so long I kinda forget."

"Don't sweat it," she said. "I didn't mean to pry. Just thought I'd stop in and see how you were adjusting, be friendly, you know? This is a friendly school. Really it is. And I saw you today at orientation, and I thought she is such a pretty thing, but her eyes look so awfully sad and lonely. Are you really? Sad and lonely? You still kinda look that way."

I blushed. "Of course not."

Dierdre laughed, then leaned toward me. She put her hand on my knee and our eyes locked in again, and I found myself wondering if I'd been wrong in dismissing her lesbian potential. Maybe I'd found a new kind of dyke. "You don't have to be," she said. "You really don't have to be lonely at all."

She moved off the bed in a graceful crouch, and onto her knees in front of me. I looked down at her, and she was staring up at me. Carefully she opened the lower part of my bathrobe, baring my knees and calves. She smiled, then kissed one of my kneecaps. There was a loud smacking sound, and I felt her small wet tongue graze me. Her hands stroked down to my ankles, then back up to my knees and I shivered. This was a new brand of seduction, I thought, which was only appropriate if I'd discovered a new brand of lesbian.

She slipped her hands into the still closed part of the robe, sliding up the outsides of my thighs. Again she kissed my knees, and then she lifted her face. "You're not acting like a despoiled virgin," she said. "Am I to believe…"

"…that I've been this route before?" I said, voice as blase as hell. I shrugged. "A few times. It's no big deal. I figured somebody would be hitting on me sooner or later."

Dierdre laughed again. It was a pleasant, merry laugh. Her eyes were liquid with interest and arousal, but she still didn't impress me as the lesbian type, even if she was feeling me up and propositioning me. "Then you won't mind if I try this, too?" she whispered rising on her toes. Her face loomed large before mine, and my eyes closed automatically as she pressed her mouth onto my lips.

She raised her hands, too, inside the robe, and it opened all along its front. As she kissed me, grinding her mouth against mine, licking my tight-closed lips with her frisky tongue, she brought her hands up, into play on my breasts.

There was something electrical, almost, when her palms covered my tits and pressed down upon my nipples. God, I thought, I hadn't realized that my nipples were so stiff! Was it leftover from the self-diddling Dierdre had interrupted? Wouldn't I have been more aware of it, in that case? She plied my tits with her long, cool but warming fast, fingers, and her tongue shoved through the resistance of my mouth, fucking its way into me like a flat, agile snake. Her breath flowed into my mouth, and so did her saliva, mixing with mine, and somewhere in that moment's connection, my arms flew up and encircled Dierdre tightly. Pulling her up, off the floor, dragging her onto me where I sat on the chair.

My legs opened, and her slender body fitted into the gap between them. I was kissing up to meet her now, my head tilted back, and the chair was tilting too, as bath of us leaned further and further backward.

She was no longer holding my tits, but my robe was fully open and her body was pressed against mine, her bigger breasts pressing insistently against my small, by now stiff-nippled cones. Her hands were around me, sliding up and down my sweat-moist back, reaching down to cup the neat little cheeks of my ass and pinch them with loving firmness. I opened my legs a little wider, felt her jumper scrape at my half-parted pussy lips, the material all scratchy and exciting on my wet, tingly flesh, and I let my own hands slide down to stroke her butt, too. She pushed me harder with her body, and the front legs of the chair lifted from the floor.

I felt us rising, felt the chair leaning back, back, back until it bumped the edge of the desk and anchored itself. We could rock but we couldn't fall over. Not unless we got really wild. Somehow, deep in my heart, I felt like getting really wild. With Dierdre. Oh, come off it, Barbara! I told myself. You're just worked up from frigging yourself. You'd probably turn on to a porcupine, prickles and all, if one made a play for you right here, right now.

But Dierdre didn't feel like a porcupine. She didn't feel, or smell, or taste, like anything except what she was. A girl. Definitely a girl. And I rubbed her ripe, woman's hips and ass, tracing the cleft of her buttocks through the jumper skirt, and I thought, yes, she's a girl.

Well, I thought, is it really going to hurt anything? I know the score. And it wouldn't be bad to have a close friend who's working as dorm proctor, would it?

But even while part of me was making that cynical, self-serving decision, the rest of me was responding in a way that had nothing to do with cynicism.

Well, I could feel myself getting all hot and sticky, down there, where her jumper skirt kept tickling my pussy lips, and it seemed that we had our best contact when the chair was reared back on two legs. So, after a few minutes, the chair stopped rocking up and down. It stayed in one place, reared back on two legs. And Dierdre kept rubbing herself against me, kissing me till I could hardly breathe, her hands active on me, her body an unmistakable, irresistible presence on mine.

"Oh, wow," she said, prying her mouth loose, leaning back. The chair settled onto all four of its upright legs and I leaned forward from it. Dierdre's hands slipped away from my body and she pulled herself off me, standing up. Her face was flushed under its coating of tan, her lips were even wetter looking than they'd been when she came in, and her eyes glittered with the promise of pleasure.

"Did I say it was no big deal?" I giggled nervously. I could see myself in the makeup table's mirror, and there was soft crimson lipstick all over my mouth and chin and cheeks, smeared, blurry lipstick that hadn't been there before. And if I could judge from the mirror, my own eyes were doing their fair share of glittering, too. I looked down at my body, exposed in the open front of the robe. My nipples were as stiff as they'd ever been, in all my fifteen years, and I could feel the sticky coating of girl-juices on my pussy lips. Quickly I closed my legs, squeezing thighs together until my cunt ached. "Aaaahhhh!" I moaned in gratification, hunching my shoulders and throwing back my head.

"I was hoping we could be friends," Dierdre said, dancing back, out of reach of the hand I flung after her. She was nimble and graceful on her feet, with a dancer's or a gymnast's ease. "Really," she went on, crossing around the bed. "When I saw you at orientation this morning, I felt this super, strong attraction. At least, it felt very strong to me. You looked like a girl who needed friends, and I'm the friendliest person you'd ever want to meet." She reached up behind herself, undid a couple of buttons, and the jumper went rippling to the floor. Dierdre stepped out of it, wearing nothing but her blouse, whose tail hung low in front and back.

No. I was wrong. She unbuttoned the blouse and tossed it away, and I could see that she had on the underwear prescribed by the school's dress code. "Brassiere and panties must be worn by students at all appropriate times," it read. "Exceptions will be made for sleep and bathing."

Of course, I don't think the framers of the code had Dierdre's kind of undies in mind when they wrote the immortal words. It was only because the code was worded generally, I guess that hers qualified. The bra was black, trimmed in lace, and rode low on her tits, low enough to allow Dierdre's small brown nipples to peek curiously over the tops. It supported her from beneath, though I doubt she really needed any support. Her titties were a bit larger than mine, maybe 35's or 36's, B cup and set a little lower and further apart.

For panties, Dierdre was wearing what amounted to a strip of black nylon between her legs, help up by a low-slung band of elastic round her waist. I guess you'd call it a G-string. Hair, dark and thick and fleecy, peeked out at each side of the string, spilling wildly from the inadequate concealment.

"My God," I said, "where did you get those things? Frederick's of Hollywood?"

Dierdre smiled. "As long as you have to fuck with underwear," she said, "why not get something attractive? Do you think it's attractive?" I nodded, standing up. "Oh, God," Dierdre said, "I hope you're not a dyke! Pardon me for being so direct, but…" she sighed "…good! They get too possessive for me. What's so funny? You thought I… Well, of course not! Hey, are you turning prematurely gray?"

She pointed at my almost white beaver. I stared at her from across the bed, which lay like a boundary line between me and Dierdre. "No," I said. "It's really blonde, not white. But you have to look really close to see the yellow."

Dierdre offered me a hand across the bed. "Let me look," she said. "As close as I can get."

We piled onto the bed, landing at the same moment, rolling into a tangle of flying teenaged limbs. She was right. Now that I had a friend, I knew how much I'd needed, and wanted, one.

"It really is," Dierdre announced, eyeing my bush from a couple of inches distance. She worked her finger into the little thicket of hairs, wiggled it through them, stroked my skin while she toyed with the fuzz. Slowly her finger retreated, sliding down the hillock of my pussy, onto the tight little split itself. "Is this a snatch or a mouse trap?" she asked suddenly, her finger worrying my hole, trying to screw itself into me.

"Both, if you play your cards right," I panted, wiggling my cunt. The tip of her finger pushed at the mug lips, then passed between them, and she thrust quickly, forcefully, burying herself in my pussy with a deft ease that made try eyes roll in their sockets. "Oh, GOD!" I yipped.

"Let me see it," she murmured, opening ire as widely as she could while her finger kept moving in and out. There was a strain on the lips, for she was really struggling with them, splitting me passionately, but when her mouth moved in to lend its assistance, I stopped minding the discomfort. Her tongue shot across my cunt the same aggressive way it had poked into my mouth, and she knew what she was doing, now, as then.

She concentrated on my clit. I hadn't told her to. It was typically a girl's response. Most guys I'd been with didn't even know what a clit was, for chrisssakes! But Dierdre knew, and she licked mine and sucked it, and tickled its base with her thumb while she played it with her frisky tongue, and her finger kept ramming in and out of me, scooping honey from my twat by the tablespoonful. I bucked and thrust against her hand and mouth, and suddenly there was an inescapable smell of wet, aroused pussy, very, very near me. I sniffed, opened my eyes, and saw that Dierdre and I were lying side by side, reversed. If her mouth was in striking distance of my pussy, guess where hers was to me. I struck!

It wasn't the first time I'd gone in so enthusiastically. I slipped aside the little black strip, baring the entire, furry mound of her puss. She had a lot of hair. It looked coarse and crinkly, just to look at it, but when I touched her there, the fur was soft and satiny, a irresistible to pet as a Persian kitten. My fingers glided across Dierdre's abundant beaver, content for a moment just to twine and curl through the silky fleece.

But she was still busy on my cunt, her tongue making short work of my throbbing clitoris, her finger plunging in and out of my hole, and I was a total shiver from my nipples to my knees. I could hear the squishy sounds her finger made as it stabbed my cuntal wetness, and I could feel my muscles contracting each time she gave it to me. Her lips kept active, kissing my clit when she wasn't licking it, and those kisses usually turned, slowly but surely, into a prolonged bout of sucking. Not to mention a little nibble or two, from time to time, just to keep me moaning. Which I was happy to be.

So there was no way I could keep on merely looking at Dierdre's cunt. I planted an index finger on each side of her gash, once I'd found the damned thing, what with all that hair, and I opened her, as gently as my excitement would allow.

She split easier than I had, and her inner labia came puffing out at me as her petals unfolded. They were plump, meaty flanges, a salmon color that looked delicious to my admiring eyes, and as I spread them, I could see her clit, already well on its way to full arousal not to mention the liquid jelly that coated the tender fleshed mouth of her snatch itself. As she opened up, too, there was a delightful aroma of sex that was suddenly much, much more intoxicating than the Colombian we'd blown together a few minutes ago. I looked at her pussy for another moment, drinking it in with my eyes, and then I had to begin drinking it in with my lips and tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm," I heard her sing into my own pussy, the vibrations exciting me nearly as much as her tongue work. "It really is a big deal, isn't it, Barbara?"

"Bet your ass it is," I agreed throatily. A moment later I was in her, up to my ears.

I hadn't eaten girls that many times, to be truthful. Most of my experience had been with mutual masturbation; we'd only gotten down to lips and tits on rare occasions. I really wasn't very good at it. Or at least, I didn't think I was. But it seemed that the moment I got my tongue into Dierdre's pussy, I became an expert. I didn't know what I was doing, but my tongue had no doubts. It thrust and scooted about, slipping and sliding across the folds of her salmon-pink pussy, and before I knew it, I was sticking my tongue up her hole in a series of quick thrusting penetrations, going a little deeper each time. She was sticky in there, as far as my tongue could go, and the juices of her flooded into my mouth, sweet as honey and so delicious I wondered if I could ever stop feasting here, at her cunt.

I let my middle fingers take over the work of keeping Dierdre open, and my index fingers poked their way into her pussy, along with my tongue. She had the largest clit I've ever seen, a big, red protuberance that looked, from extreme close-up, as big as a busted thumb. And if it was extra large, it was also extra sensitive. She came, the first time, the moment my fingertips pinched off the base of her clitoris and skidded upward, slithering across the glisteny tip of the tender button. I heard her cry out "Aaaaaaaaiiieeeeee!" in a voice full of wonder and appreciation, and her pussy came slap-slap-slapping up at me, the hole's active muscles clutching furiously where my tongue was thrust between them. I thought she was going to pull the tongue right out of my mouth and suck it all the way up her cooze. But I don't think I'd have minded too much if she had.

Still, I felt a little jealousy, for she was coming like a bandit and here I was, not quite satisfied. I'd been close, by myself on the bed before she came in and she had me dangling now, just waiting for her to finish the job she'd begun.

Only Dierdre was selfishly enjoying her own orgasm, almost totally ignoring me. Her finger was in me, but it wasn't moving, and her tongue and lips had broken off their clever attacks on my labia and clit. I humped around on the bed, trying to remind her of what she was supposed to be doing, but she just lay there moaning and whimpering her pleasure.

"Bitch!" I growled, jerking my tongue out of her cunt. I replaced it with three fingers of my right hand, bunched into a spear like cluster. I stabbed her deeply, and she screamed again, a delirious keening cry of acceptance. Her pussy muscles rippled energetically around my fingers, and she was as wet as a girl can be without recourse to a bathtub. The juice was leaking out of her in torrents. I scooped up some of it with my left hand and massaged it into the fleshy swell of her pubic mound, coating the hairs with Dierdre's cuntal essences.

"Don't just lay there," I said finally. "Do something or let me have it!"

"Ohlih, sorrrryyyyy," she trilled, giggling. And then I wasn't sorry at all, because she gave it to me. I mean, really gave it to me! She covered my clit with her dripping mouth and she sucked, and she got me spread widely enough to take four fingers up my pussy, which was two more than I'd ever been able to get into myself at one time.

I couldn't stop screaming. So loudly, in fact, that it scared me. To muffle the cries of pleasure, I jerked my fingers out of Dierdre's way and sucked up a mouthful of hair and snatch, whimpering against the furry pillow of flesh as she gave me bloody hell. Her fingers hadn't looked especially big if anything, they seemed slender and delicate, as a girl's lingers ought to be but they felt like Johnny had come to life in my pussy. And the way her lips and tongue flogged and suckled my clit! She had me afire in six heartbeats, and she had me coming in six more. Really coming! It was ten times better than the one I'd been about to give myself on the bed before she came in. It was at least two times better than any other come I'd ever had. In all my life. Swear to God.

We came apart slowly, me shivering and trembling and sweating from every pore of my body. Dierdre had calmed down a little more than I, and she petted me indulgently as she rearranged herself on the bed, putting us face-to-face instead of face-to-cunt. I squirmed, anxious to feel her body against mine, and one of my hands shot up to stroke her tit where it peeked over the low top of her bra. The nipple was small and hard and my fingers closed upon it possessively. I squeezed her nipple as if it had been my own, and I heard her sigh deep in her chest. She put her own hands on my tits, and plied them delicately but determinedly. As her fingers teased and toyed with my nipples I felt another, briefer, come floating through me. I closed my eyes and swam into it, moaning wistfully.

I untied her hair ribbons and let the thick dark hair cascade onto her shoulders. It was as silky and tender to the touch as her beaver had proven to be, and there was so much of it! I combed her hair down with my fingers, found that it would reach to just below her breasts when it was given full rein. We made a little game out of that. I swirled her hair, made it veil her nipples, then moved in with my lips to part the hair and find the hidden brown treasure inside.

She couldn't get enough of my hair, either. She worked her fingers through the threads of ultra pale blonde, even folded some of my hair into her own so that we were trapped and locked in a bond of hair. We kissed a lot, and we couldn't keep our hands off one another, and I was glad, somehow, that I'd waited this long to have a really meaningful relationship with another girl, because it was perfect. I wasn't jaded. I could enjoy each and every sensation with her, and Dierdre could appreciate my sense of wonder and delight.

"I think I'm going to like it here," I said finally, as we lay just touching, both of us too tired to do anything else.

"I hoped you would," Dierdre replied, running a finger across my lips. I parted them and sucked the finger inside, giving it a special kind of greeting, with lots of tongue and lip and cheek work. "You're pretty good," she said as I went down on her finger. "How are you with guys?"

"Depends on the guy," I said, releasing her. "I haven't had much luck in that direction. Not compared to tonight."

"So what are you doing this weekend? Going home, I guess?"

Actually, I wasn't. That was the one thing I really didn't care for about this school. New students had to show up the Thursday before Labor Day, for registration and physical and orientation. That took care of Thursday and Friday. Then we had the long weekend, with school officially beginning on Tuesday, after Labor Day.

I'd planned on spending a lonely holiday, here at the school. Daddy had already told me he'd be out of state over Labor Day and that I might as well stay at the school. One or two of the new girls were going to be here the whole weekend, but only one or two, and it had promised to be a lot of fun.

"No," I said, "I'd figured to stay here, maybe get a few chapters read in my classes, you know?"

"Oh," said Dierdre, "that can't be! If you're not going to your home, why don't you come home with me? Sure! Hey, it's fine with my parents. They would love you. Really! And if you're having bad luck with guys, you ought to meet my older brother! Picture Warren Beatty with a Kentucky accent."

"I don't know," I pondered.

"Sure," she went on. "You come home with me tomorrow, and maybe Saturday or Sunday we can go to our place on the river. We'll have a picnic. My brother can show you how to ride a motorcycle, if you don't already know, and – oh, you'll just have to meet my family. I think you'll like them. Everybody thinks his own family is tops, I know, but, well, mine is special. Really and truly. So will you come?"

"Why not?" I said. The prospect of spending my holiday with Dierdre suddenly seemed very inviting. As to her brother or the rest of the family, well, if they were half as nice as their daughter, I couldn't help but like them, could I?

"Okay," I said, sealing the bargain with a kiss. "Hey, what time is it? God, when do things start in the morning? I'd better go down the hall and take a bath and get some sleep. We could take a bath together, couldn't we? I mean, if you think you can keep your hands off me? Or vice versa?"

"I'm not promising," Dierdre said with a wink. And it was just as well she didn't. I got to bed later than I should have that night, but I slept the sleep of the just.

We passed the joint back and forth in the car. Dierdre was a senior, and allowed to have her own wheels on campus, so we didn't have to hang around waiting for a ride once the orientation program wound up Friday at noon. And here we were each of us taking up one of the bucket seats in her tiny MG, tooling along the highway toward her home. Home. That was a nice word, but I really didn't know what it meant. I used to have one, back when my mother was still alive, but when she died, it seemed as if Daddy couldn't wait to pack me off to one school after another. And in the summers he found other schools for me to go to. Riding school. Music school. Camp. I could ride like Dale Evans, play piano like Laura Nyro, and swim like Esther Williams, but I hadn't spent enough time in my own home to remember what fucking color my bedroom walls were. Let alone know what it was like to have a father.

But those were old, bitter feelings, and it was no time to be bringing them up, even in my head. I looked across at Dierdre as she toked on the red-tipped joint, and I settled in the seat, smug in the knowledge that I had a friend. And a lover. Oh, God did I!

Last night had been too much. I hadn't expected anything like that on my first day at this new school, and the surprise was the sweetest I could remember in all my life. God, the way we made it together, me and Dierdre! I'd always thought sex was more than a little overrated. I mean, it seemed that I could have more fun by myself and I didn't even have to put on makeup. But she'd taught me something, and I was grateful for the lesson. When certain people came together, magic could happen. In our case, it did happen.

Dierdre lived in one of the Kentucky suburbs of Cincinnati. We drove down a lot of tree lined streets after we crossed the Ohio River, and after a while Dierdre turned into a wall flanked driveway and we climbed a low hill, up to the house, which looked like a small colonial mansion, the white columns holding up the front porch roof, and everything. She parked the MG in a garage set off from the house, and we got out of the car, each of us carrying a bag full of weekend clothes. Mine were mostly bikinis and jeans she'd said we'd be spending our holiday casually and outdoors as much as possible.

"There's David's cycle," she said, pointing to an Indian nosed into one corner of the garage. "He must be home from work early. You'll like David," she went on, leading me out of the garage and into the house. "He has a high IQ, but he doesn't want to go to college – spends his time working at a garage in town, fixing cars and hot-rodding motorcycles."

The house was neat, and furnished mostly with antiques. It looked like a house that was lived in, too, though. I wondered what our house in Cleveland looked like now. Nobody was there most of the time. Daddy was always traveling, and I was always in school. Last time I was home, all the furniture was covered up and the electricity was even turned off.

"We have a guest room, but you might as well stay with me," Dierdre said leading me into a lovely bedroom. A big four-poster bed with canopy, even velvet curtains on the windows. Antique dresser and a full-length mirror framed in gilt – it reflected the bed, too, which was a nice touch. If we got to use that bed as it was meant to be used, we could steal peeks at ourselves in the mirror. Might be another kind of turn-on.

I was putting my suitcase out of the way when Dierdre went to the window. "Oh, good! David's down by the pool. Let's go join him, okay?" I looked over her shoulder, saw a vista of wide patio and enormous swimming pool, fenced around with a hedge and a high, privacy wall. Maybe that wall had helped Dierdre get tanned all over. I didn't see David not at first. Then something moved, and it turned out to be the very top of his head, showing over the back of a lounge chair faced away from us. He had a mass of thick dark hair, like his sister.

"Okay. Why not?" I was proud of the nonchalance with which I said it, because, right then, I wanted nothing in this whole Goddamned world more than to throw Dierdre Banks onto her four-poster canopied bed, to rip her clothes and to stick my tongue up her pussy far enough to tickle her tonsils from underneath.

So we went down the back stairs, through the kitchen and out, onto the patio. "I'm home," Dierdre called, and the head turned. Her brother looked at us round the side of the chair and she was right – he did remind me of Warren Beatty, in a way, but not a whole lot. Basically, he was just good-looking. Really. He smiled and it seemed that smile was meant just for me. I tossed one back at him as we marched nearer.

"Hi," he said, not getting up, and looking around.

"This is Barbara," Dierdre added. "She's just started at school. We're very good friends, so be nice to her. Well, aren't you going to get up and say hi, like a gentlemen? Or are you spending too much time as a grease monkey?"

He grinned, and then one long bare leg slid over the edge of the chair, followed by the other one, and he was standing there, bowing slightly from the waist as we came on toward him, and he was as naked as the day he was born! Tanned all over, just like his sister, and well-built on a tallish, broad-shouldered frame, with what looked like six or seven inches of limp meat hanging between his legs, shaking a little as he did his bow.

"You don't waste any time, do you?" Dierdre said. She moved on when I stopped short, and David straightened up. She went to him, he put his arms around her, and he swept her into one of those low swooping kisses like you see in Rudolph Valentino movies, where the Sheik has literally bowled his lady over.

My eyes enlarged a good bit more than they already were, and it's a wonder they didn't pop right out of their sockets. He was bending her backwards, making loud gluttony sounds as he kissed her on the mouth, and he had his hands low down, clutching the same perky ass I'd kissed and played with all last night. They didn't look like any brother and sister I'd ever seen, and I wondered if she was putting me on.

"Mmm mm," Dierdre said, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. She smacked her lips, as if she were savoring the taste of him. "Well come here," she said, "and meet David."

She had one arm around his shoulders, leaning against him, and she didn't seem to notice that her other hand was smoothing his bronze, hairless chest, gliding over his pectorals, stopping now and then to tickle one of his small, taut-looking nipples. And his pecker just hung there, a really long dangle. Except for a boy who'd just missed being my fourth fuck, it was the first limp cock I'd ever seen. And I wondered if I should be seeing it at all.

"Hi, Barb," he said and he offered me his hand. I came nearer, took it, not sure whether I should look up or down. If I looked up, I saw his eyes green like Dierdre's staring frankly at me, and if I looked down, I'd appear to be staring at his cock.

Dierdre took care of some of my confusion. Her hand slid down David's smooth flat stomach, and the tips of her fingers brushed the upper rim of his pubic hair. He was furry crotched, like his sister, but he had a smooth chest, and I found that attractive. I looked down, saw what she was doing, and I felt myself starting to blush furiously. "What's wrong?" Dierdre asked innocently, and her fingers made a tight ring around the base of her brother's tool. She wiggled her hand, and the cock seemed to do a little dance, springing out at me, then flipping back. I yelped, did a little dance of my own. She laughed, and so did David, both of them showing off small, perfect, sharp white teeth, and I felt like a dumb ass. But why should I?

Dierdre let him go and stepped to the side. "Well," she said, "I promised you a lot of sun and a good place to work on your tan, didn't I, baby? Want to get started now?"

She turned away from David, saying, "Unbutton me, would you?" He worked behind her a moment, and her jumper fell down, and there she was, with just her blouse and undies, and in a moment more she wasn't wearing the blouse either.

David whistled as she faced him again. "Those are sharp. Where'd you get them, Frederick's of Hollywood again?" He was right. Her bra and panties were dynamite – the bra was cut out to let her nipples jut forth, and they were jutting perkily, while her panties had no crotch, featuring instead a long lace-trimmed slit that was currently full of Dierdre's thick glossy pubic hair. She worked her shoulders, so that her tits jiggled at him, and he grabbed, fingers seizing the nipples I'd learned to adore last night.

"Mmm," he said in admiration, stooping forward, replacing his fingers with his lips. He sucked her vigorously for a few minutes, and she caressed his head, purring out little humming noises of appreciation through her lightly clenched teeth.

Her face turned to my direction and our eyes met. I was talking to her with mine. What are you doing? I felt like asking. What kind of a scene is this, for crying out loud?

I looked at David's groin again, and his dick was starting to harden. It wasn't just hanging there anymore. Slowly, surely, the tip was beginning to point upward, and the barrel of him was growing thicker almost with each heartbeat. I swear I could almost hear the steady pump-pump of blood into his cock, making it stick up and out, making it rise, fill, harden.

Abruptly, Dierdre wrested her nipples free from him. She jogged away from David. He followed her, hands reaching, cock erect now, sticking straight out, as if it were reaching too.

"Not yet," she said. "Remember, we have a guest." He stopped, and both of them looked at me, and if you want to talk about bulging eyes, you can talk about mine!

"Huh?" I said as they flanked me. David here, Dierdre there, both of them dark-haired, golden skinned, him naked, her almost naked, and then both of them were touching me, stroking my face, my hair, fingers gliding down my arms, across the cones of my titties, down my belly, I was still clothed, in my sweet little school uniform no less, but as they drank me with their eyes I felt as naked as they were, David put his hand on my shoulder and pulled gently. I found myself leaning forward. He offered me his mouth, and I took it. Funny. Last night I'd wondered if I hadn't found something a lot better than boys, but the moment his lips touched mine, I knew that I still had a hell of a lot to learn. About myself about life, sex about everything. He cupped a breast while he kissed me, and I put one hand on his hip. It was bare, warm from the sun, covered with a light mist of sweat, and my fingers began to itch as soon as they felt him. Before I knew it, I was digging into one of his buttocks, marveling at the taut, muscular hardness of him. He swiveled his lower body, my hand slid off him only to bounce against the hard shaft of his penis. When it tapped me on the side of my hand, a little quiver of electricity shot through me. I grabbed him. Wickedly. Excitedly. He was long, but not really thick a bit bigger around than an old fashioned broom handle and he seemed to fit inside my fist perfectly, as if we were matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. As he kissed me, I began to pump his cock in my hand, the strokes growing faster and faster. I didn't know what kind of weird sex scene David and Dierdre were into, but I was ready to join it, even if the idea made me a little nervous.

My jumper fell to my feet and Dierdre lifted me out of the fallen tangle of clothes. Something caught my neck, and it wasn't David's hand, because I could still feel it as it slid partway down my arm. There was another gentle tug at me, this time from the other direction, and reluctantly, I broke my lips away from David's. Dierdre had leaned in close, and she was already making a kissy face at me. So I kissed it. With a mouth that was open, tongue thrust and ready, lips sopping wet from the juices of David's kiss.

I felt my blouse being unbuttoned, but I didn't know who was doing it. I had my tongue halfway down Dierdre's throat and her tonsils seemed to be pulsating against me. The blouse went off, and somebody got the clasp of my bra. Away it went. Dierdre put her hands on my cheeks and pushed me back, very delicately. "Do you like my brother?" she asked. I giggled. I was still holding his pecker in a death grip. "Good," she said. "I knew you were the kind of girl who could fit in with us."

"Speaking of fit in," I said diffidently, and I pulled on David's cock.

"Don't be greedy," Dierdre counseled. "We have the whole weekend."

"Mmm, the three of us?" I asked, not at all concerned because I'd have to share her with somebody else. There was enough of Dierdre to go around, and I was pretty sure there was enough of me, too. And if feeling meant anything, David had plenty to keep us both satisfied in the bargain. I moved my fingers up and down the length of him. Stiff, he was stretched out to maybe seven or eight inches, and I knew from an experiment I'd conducted with a ruler that my cunt was exactly eight and one-quarter inches deep. Again, I thought of jigsaw puzzles and pieces that fit together.

"C'mon," Dierdre invited, "let's get naked and do something. Okay?" And she began to wiggle out of her cut out bra, pulling it up over her arms and shoulders and head, tossing it away.

She started to pull down her panties, but I let go of David and dropped to the tile beside her. "Let me," I said, and I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. The slash at the crotch was full of her fluffy beaver and I licked my lips, remembering how that beaver felt in my mouth, the black hairs wet with saliva, the pussy lips opening to receive my tongue. I jerked the pants down with a vengeance, tugged them to her knees, and thrust my face up into the sweet pussy I'd laid fully bare.

She grabbed my head and pulled me up into her, humping her nap against my licking tongue and slurping lips. I hoped David wouldn't be offended if we had a little private sport on the side, but something told me he wasn't the type who'd be turned off to watch me and Dierdre going at each other. Part of that something was contained in his hands. I didn't have time to look around, but unless he had arms like an ape, he was kneeling behind me, rubbing the crotch of my pink panties until it was sopping wet and, more important, so was the little pink pussy inside. I wiggled my butt as he played with me, and I made my thighs squeeze his hand rhythmically. A moment later his tongue began to move up and down my spine, from mid-shoulders down to the crack of my ass, where the bikinis weren't quite high enough to cover it all.

That only made me hornier, and I showed Dierdre how horny. I got my hands into her crotch, opened her up good and wide, and started drinking honey from her cunt. It was flowing sweetly and abundantly, and my tongue delved happily in and out of her tasty twat. Her hole was snapping at me now, and I knew she was worked up, as worked up as I was.

So was David Banks, if I could be any judge. He had my panties slid down, now, over the slender but shapely curve of my ass, and he was licking me there, in my crack, where nobody had ever licked me before (excepting his sister, last night in the shower room). His tongue drifted lower and lower, and it made a stabbing pass at my asshole, poking just as if he meant to stick it up me. I wouldn't have minded, even if it was the first time, but it was only a diversionary attack, I discovered. He had riper game in mind – my cunt.

I had to lift up a little higher so he could get at my pussy from the rear, but it was okay. I got to work my mouth deeper into Dierdre's twat, and my reward was the sudden, delightful flicking of David's tongue across my tight little cunt. Tight, but wet, and, above all else, ready! His finger roved ahead of his tongue, and he opened me with an effort, and I felt him lick into my sticky cunt, felt the sexy, quivery wiggle of his tongue at the mouth of my hole, and then there was a rush of excitement between my legs, rippling up and don the tube of my pussy, and I was the first of us three to come.

But I wouldn't be the last. I knew that as well as I knew my own name, and I knew it strongest when the urges were too much to control. I couldn't eat Dierdre any longer. I had to receive, as well as give.

I drew back from her, wiggled free of David's mouth, and turned around, my eyes agleam, my face flushed with lust.

"That," I said, pointing at his stiff cock. "If you don't give it to me, I'm going to take it!"

"Are we creating a monster?" Dierdre asked, voice still tight from the eating I'd given her. She squatted beside me, and one of her hands began to rub up and down her fluff covered cunt mound. I watched in interest as she boldly thrust a finger into her cunt, working it in and out in corkscrew action.

As for me, I didn't care if I was a monster. I wanted to be fucked. Really wanted to. I'd never wanted to, any of the other times I'd done it, but I'd agreed because it was the socially convenient thing to do or, the first time, because I wanted to see what it was like. Now, I not only wanted, I needed it. Every fiber of my body was screaming fuck meeeee! and I lay back on the sun-heated tiles, spreading my legs.

"Is your beaver white?" he asked, rubbing me while I lay there panting for him.

"It's really blonde," Dierdre volunteered, "but you have to get very close in order to pick out the color. Oh, don't worry about that, brother! Can't you tell when a girl needs eight inches? Haven't we taught you anything yet?"

"Yeah," he said with a grin, "it's a wonder I lived to be nineteen years old, I'm so dumb. Get ready, Barbie I need a fuck as badly as you do."

"Don't call me Barbie," I said. "I hate that. And don't come inside me, because I'm not on the pill or anything."

"Oh," Dierdre gasped in sympathy as David moved into the gap of my spread thighs. I reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it into position above my pussy opening. "We'll have to get you a prescription," she added, working that finger in and out with some really cute and clever twists. "I thought everybody was on the pill, these days."

"Not everybody," I said rubbing David's tool up and down my gash. He was propped above me, allowing me to have my pleasure and do most of the important work. "I'm Catholic; sort of, and the Pope says it's a no-no."

"Fuck the Pope," Dierdre replied. Her finger was sticky-glossy when she pulled it out, and I heard a squish when she shoved it back in. "The Pope doesn't have to worry about getting knocked up. If you're going to fuck, you might as well be protected. When David shoots Jesus! He comes about a cupful when he's tired, for Chrissakes and I want you to feel it blasting into your cunt. Ohhhh – you're gonna love it!"

"I think I might," I agreed, working the tip of him into my tight little hole. He was very big armed the knob, and I gasped at the size of him, spreading my mug pussy mouth. "Ohhhhh, dddddddd…" My voice died away as we lay there, very partially joined, me wondering how in the hell I could ever get the rest of him into me.

"Let me," he offered, and he gave his hips a little shake that sent his cock deeper, breaking the tight seal of my pussy muscles. I gulped when he thrust in, and I gulped even harder when the rest of him slammed up me, but then we were fucking. And I was lunging up to meet his cock stabs, and my legs made a knot around his legs, and he was fully buried in me, and it was worth that little second of pain. I remembered how big Dierdre's fingers had felt, fucking me last night, but they were nothing compared to her brother's long, slender, highly agile cock. The walls of my pussy trembled and quivered and began to leak hot sticky dew all around him. Within three strokes my cunt was as wet as a swamp, and he was balls deep in me. Just the right length, too, I thought, squirming merrily beneath David Banks. His cock idled me, from labia to uterus, and each time he plunged deeply, fully, then was a throb of excitement at the mouth of my womb. I could feel that excitement all over my body, and I gave him my mouth to kiss as we lay fucking. Beside us, Dierdre was still diddling herself, the hot fish odor of her twat strong in the air, as ripe a turn on as the Colombian she and I had smoked on the way down.

I'd orgasmed while he was licking me and I came again while he was fucking me. It was the first time I'd ever come with a boy's cock in me, and it was something I knew I could never forget. Wow! Before meeting Dierdre I'd been just your average dumb fifteen-year-old, but now, not twenty-four hours later, I was responding like a woman of the wand. Marilyn Chambers couldn't feel this good, I decided, spasming ecstatically while that cock plumbed me again and again. My hips kept squirming and I was bucking like a broncho under my delightful rider, feeling the taste of his cock-spur again and again and again.

"Fuck me, I'm coming," I shrieked. "Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" I really screamed it out, secure in the knowledge that the wall and hedge prevented the world from peeping in on us. What about Dierdre's parents, though? Jesus! I felt a cold chill up my spine that not even the heat of the orgasmic response could drive away. What if they walked in on this scene? God, I hoped Dierdre was keeping an eye peeled. She'd told me they probably wouldn't be in till later but probably seemed like a very imprecise adverb, with me on my back, sucking eight inches of prick up my cunt, and Dierdre naked, finger fucking her hot, aromatic pussy.

Let it pass, I thought. Nothing matters but right now, and right now I was in seventeenth heaven. David was screwing me faster with that hard, long cock of his, and he was beating a tattoo on the tip of my womb, driving me even crazier with lust. I clasped him with my legs, my arms, my lips, unwilling ever to let him go not even if it meant we'd be here eternally like this not even if it meant I wouldn't get another crack at Dierdre's crack. Oh, wow, I thought, I am definitely no lesbian.

"Mmmmmm, noooo – don't stop – keep fucking meeeee!"

I moaned and I clutched, but it did no use. David rose from me, and he reached down quickly, grabbing his dick. Oh my God, I thought with my last shred of conscious reasoning, he's about to come, too!

"Where?" he asked. I mumbled, "Huh?" and Dierdre leaned in close. She slid one hand across my sweaty, hard-nippled little conical titties.

"Right here," she said. "Come on her nipples." David leaned way back, wrapped a fist around his prick, and gave it two quick jerks up and down. Hot cum began to fly almost at once, and it splashed into the air, then down. Down. Down. Onto me. My belly, my titties. One drop hit my chin and I chased it with my tongue, scooping it up. God, it was sweet stuff! I opened my mouth and another flying bubble hit me squarely on my tongue. He angled his cock downward, though, and managed to squirt most of his steamy, sticky cum onto my quivering tits. I saw it lying there on my skin, all gleamy and creamy in the sunlight, almost silver the way it shone.

"Wow," I said. Dierdre had been right. When he came, he fucking came. It looked as if there was a quart of sperm on my breast and belly, big, thick drops, splattered everywhere on me.

His cock was starting to droop, a big bubble of semen hanging from the tip. He jiggled his pecker, and that last drop fell onto my lower belly. David reached down, started massaging it into my skin. It felt nice, that wetness an me, and there was an oily slipperiness as he rubbed. I closed my eyes and purred, totally satisfied.

I opened my eyes when the tongue began to scrape my nipple, and I said, "What are you doing, Dierdre?"

"What does it look like?" Her tongue flicked out, scooped up one of the biggest deposits of sperm, then whisked to the side and brushed my stiff quivery nipple again. I liked it. She did, too, unless that shit-eating smile was all put-on. "This is too good to waste," she added, and with that she started sucking up the cum.

Her lips tickled, and she made gross, greedy, slurping sounds that really weren't so gross when you got down to it – I mean, they were loud, and maybe a little too enthusiastic, but they turned me on all over again and I grabbed her head, pulling her to my breasts. She liked it. She kissed my titties and she sucked my nipples, and I felt them getting hard and tingly all over again. Dierdre's hand covered my other breast while she suckled the one nearest her and she scooped up more of the creamy sperm. I caught her hand, pulled it to my mouth, started drinking cum from her fingers. She was right. It was definitely too good to waste. I got my own hand into action and drank from it too. Maybe she was right about the pill. I'd like to feel that hose of David's gushing a load like this up my pussy. And I'd like to drink it right from the knob of his organ, too, suck greedily while he pumped jism into my gulping throat. Oh, wow, I wanted to do everything! Already I could see Dierdre lying just as I was lying, and me eating jizz off her tits and belly. God, what couldn't you do with three people, all of them hot and horny and attracted to one another, all of them ready to do anything that gave pleasure. Why did we only have a weekend? We needed a month or two!

She came up for air, but not for long. We started kissing, both our mouths sticky with goo. And I felt her nipples stiff and hot against my arm. I slid my hand and down her long backbone, making right for the crack of her ass. She opened her legs, giving me room, and I stroked inside, tickling her pussy from behind. It was wet and dripping with girl-juices, and I wanted to eat it. "Now," I said, "let me eat you. Oh, please?"

"Why not?" she agreed. "Just lie still. The first time I saw you, I said to myself, I'd really like to sit on her face. So that's what I'm going to do."

"That isn't what you told me you thought the first time you saw me," I pointed out.

Dierdre shrugged. "Somewhere around that time. How can you timetable love at first sight, you silly cunt?" She planted a foot on each side of my head and started to lower her pussy onto my face. I was lifting my mouth to meet it, tongue stuck out in anticipation of the sweetness I would soon be tasting. We met, contacted, and I settled my head back, her pussy moving too, and she was sifting on my face at last, not too heavy, not too constricting. I could use my tongue and my hands, and by God, I used them! I felt her quiver when I stuck my tongue up her tube, and pretty soon, quiver was all she could do.

"C'mere, you," I heard her say, and there was some motion beside us. She had to be talking to David. Of course. "Mmmm, what happened? It's gotten all soft and limp. Let's see if we can remedy that, big brother. Okay?"

"Right on," he said, and immediately I could hear a loud, energetic set of smacks and kisses and slurps, and I knew that she was sucking his cock. Well, why not? Even if he was her brother. All men are brothers, or so the philosophers say. I guess that includes sisters, too. Already, I felt as close to Dierdre as if she were my blood sister. I mean, I'd never had a sister, but if I had, I'd want her to be just like Dierdre. So you might say that I was committing spiritual incest with her. It wasn't a big step to literal incest, like she had obviously been doing with her delicious brother for at least a little while. Like, this was clearly not their first time together. And if they could keep it concealed from their parents, then it wouldn't be any trick to hide our brand new three-way version of the happy hour, either. It's settled, I told myself firmly, and my pinky started to tickle her rosy red asshole, tongue doing ninety in her cunt.

I could feel Dierdre humping up and down, and I figured I must be getting some at least of the rhythm she was throwing onto her brother. I added some rhythm of my own, and poor Dierdre was getting it from bath ends. I only hoped David was shoving dick into mouth as cleverly as I was thrusting tongue into cunt.

"Suck it, Sis," I heard him groan, a heartfelt statement if I'd ever heard one. I started to hum against the puffy lips of her cunt, and juicy sweetness poured out onto my sucking month. I used my finger on her clit, felt it heat up, and there was even more of the Dierdre-cum to drink. I drank it.

She squashed down on my face, almost strangling me with the musky wetness of her pussy, and she was coming so fervently I didn't feel like pushing her off. I could breathe any time, but this was a pussy, and it was made for eating. So I kept on eating it, like the sex-greedy little pig I was.

Dierdre sidled off me, and I followed her as far as I could with my tongue and fingers. She was giving her brother enthusiastic head, as I could see now, on her knees, sucking his long pole with every muscle in her mouth. She could take him deeply, too. I saw her start at the tip and slide her mouth down slowly, until only his balls were showing, plumb against her little chin. Linda Lovelace, I thought, who said you were irreplaceable? I rolled up onto my side and watched with interest. Cock sucking wasn't one of my real talents, admittedly – I'd only done it a few times, never long enough to get a grasp of anything beyond the basics – but something told me this weekend might fill in the gaps in my sexual education. With a vengeance.

"Enough," he said finally, pushing her back. David was fully risen by now, his cock blood red and wet with drool and pointing at the sky. "Let me put it in you, Sis."

"Put it in me?" Dierdre mugged. "You just did it night before last. Don't you ever get enough? Surely your brilliant mind has told you by now that there are more important things in life than screwing, big brother." She stayed where she was, on her knees, looking up at him with a saucy twinkling in her eyes.

"Name one," David countered, dropping beside her. He slung one arm around Dierdre's shoulders and glued his mouth to her. They kissed loudly, passionately, and then he was settling onto his back and she was rising above him.

"He always wins that argument," she said to me, winking. She straddled him while he pointed his cock upward, aiming it for her pussy, and she began to come down slowly, misty-eyed and purring when the tip of his pecker bumped the splay of her open cunt. "Well, all right!" she said with a giggle plunging down swiftly. Her cunt opened, swallowed him, and she planted her pussy firmly upon his groin, mashing her soft, wet cunt lips against David's balls and pubis. Dierdre shivered, hugged herself, and began to sway atop David. He reached up, grabbed her jiggling tits, and his fingers were brutal but obviously satisfying as they pulled and tweaked her nipples.

I crawled closer, put a hand on Dierdre's abdomen. It was convulsing like earthquake ground cover, and her flesh was hot as fire. My hand slipped lower, into her thick, sopping wet bush, and I found her clit gave it at weak, ands he screamed "Aaaaiheebeee!" I did it again, and she started to hump up and down on her brother's prick, screwing him in and out of her drippy cooze.

My finger drifted lower still, and I felt the stiff bone of him, where he'd entered her cunt. I looked up at David. "This is a trip," I said. "I don't know what you two are all about, really, but I want to join."

"I thought you already had," he panted, thrusting up into his squirming sister. He took one hand away from her tits, twined his fingers among mine, and squeezed. His hand was warm and strong and comforting. If I'd found a sister in Dierdre, maybe I'd found a brother, too. David. "Stay loose," he added. "Let your desires be your guide."

"Okay!" I said happily. I looked at their faces, both of them intent upon the sex act, that concentration showing in the firm set at their mouths, the intensity of their green eyes, the little husky cries that occasionally, slipped through their teeth and lips. I studied them another moment, then decided how to get in on the act. I watched David's dick stabbing up into Dierdre, saw how her thick pussy lips spread outward when she was down on him, then seemed to pull up into her slot when she lifted high. I reached in, touching his cock and her pussy with the shy, inquisitive tips of my fingers, and I even managed to get one of my fingers into her alongside David's pecker. She was hot and slick in there, and I could feel tempestuous pulsating up and down the cunt slopped shaft of his tool. His heart was really pumping, and so was Dierdre's, to judge from the jiggling of her tits and the quiver of her shoulders.

"Mmmm don't stop either of you oh, damn damn, damn, don't stoppppppp!"

I wiggled my finger free and leaned in even closer. This was my very first time in a threesome, and I don't know where I got the idea, even, but I had it, and it seemed too clever to disregard. I put my arm around Dierdre's hips and glued my mouth to the battlefield.

She shrieked again when my tongue began to anoint her pussy while David fucked it, and she was a mess of hot flesh and sticky juices. He was a hard, thrusting shaft, and I licked him, too, tasting Dierdre's cream all over his penis. I couldn't do a lot for David, but I didn't need to he was doing okay by himself. The fast, rabbit-like stabs of his cock up her chute were frantic and energetic, as if he wanted to fuck himself to exhaustion before he gave up and squirted.

I got my tongue onto her clit, and there was no stopping Dierdre Banks. She abandoned the struggle and came in spasms, sinking don on David while I kept licking her clit and as much of her gash as I could get to. Wherever, she was awash in sweet fluids and I was cleaning her with my frisky tongue.

"Take it. Sis!" David moaned from low in his guts, and he quivered beneath her, thrusting up. Dierdre bounced on him, and she planted one hand on me, the other on his chest. She leaned forward, obviously frying to kiss him as they shared their come, and I think they made it, even with me in the way. I was being crushed between his stomach and hers, but I could not bring myself to move, especially when I began to taste David's hot cum flowing thickly from his sister's pussy.

He must have poured nearly as much into her as he'd squirted on my tits for me and Dierdre to lap up. It poured from the tip of his dick, into Dierdre's cunt, then rolled back down his shaft and out, collecting on the wet wiry hairs at the base of David's pecker. I drank it with my tongue as it flowed down and out, and there was plenty enough to drink! My tongue must have been white with the sticky, tasty jizz, and the salty, faintly metallic flavor was a treasure in my mouth.

"If you want it that badly," Dierdre giggled, on the other side of my head, and she raised herself, disengaging her pussy from David's cock. She moved to the side, and there was that sweet, red-raw pecker, its upper half still coated in creamy jizz. I grabbed it and stuffed it into my mouth, slurping and gurgling as I began to suck him dry, up and down the shaft, pushing him in until my throat ached from the pang of refusing him the deeper penetration Dierdre's gullet could offer. I sucked until he went soft and supple in my mouth, and still I kept sucking, reluctant to let him go so soon.

"Me, now," Dierdre called, tapping my head. I raised my eyes. She was lying beside David, her legs parted, her glistening, cum-drenched pussy on display. It was too pretty to resist! I spat out David's dick and clambered across him, hungry for his sister's cunt.

I got my mouth into it, and she was wet as surf. Her own cum and David's were thick and delicious, and my tongue shot inside her again and again, licking and slurping and vacuuming her dry. David's hand was on my ass, petting me, tickling my anus with a clever finger, slipping in toward my cunt from the rear, and I passed on the frisky sensation to Dierdre. I only stopped when my jaws and tongue were numb with the exertion and my body yearned for a little rest. You can carry even a good thing too far, I guess. Another lesson I'd learned today. But I only craved a little rest, to be sure. I'd be ready to go again, and soon. I knew it as I settled beside the Banks siblings and soaked up the warmth of the sun and their glowing bodies.

The sun had gone noticeably lower to the west. Dierdre was sitting on one of the patio chairs, a leg slinked long and sexily across the tiles, the other leg wrapped around David's neck as he feasted in her pussy. I was in there too, playing with his dick, trying to coax it hard again. There was a definite response, but it was slow and sluggish. Of course, I was pretty slow and sluggish, too, what with the myriad of climaxes I'd gone through this afternoon.

Not to mention the happy vibrations I got from David and Dierdre. I'd known them such a short time, but it was like I'd known them always. A brother and a sister, they were in some ways, and so much, much more. I leaned my cheek against his shoulder, tickled Dierdre's leg with my hair, and kept on fondling his tool.

"Hey!" I said suddenly, letting him go. I sat up. "Did you hear that?"

"Mmmmm?" Dierdre murmured. She cupped her breasts, squeezed them till the nipples pointed out all stiff and luscious.

"It was a car," I said. "Stopping out front, it sounded like." David kept licking her snatch. "Well, for Chrissakes," I went on, grabbing my jumper. Where in the hell was my blouse? My underwear? "It could be your mom and daddy, you dumb assholes!"

There was a sound at the house the sound of a door sliding open. I clutched the jumper to my breast and turned, breath catching in my throat. A man and a woman were standing in the doorway, watching the three of us. "Oh, my God," I said, turning as pale as a lily.

I felt about two feet tall, and I tried to shrink behind the jumper I was using to cover my nakedness. This was the most horrible thing I could imagine being caught at, and I must have turned green when the man said, "What's going on out here, may I ask?"

I didn't look at them as they came out of the house and marched toward us. Oh, God, I felt sick! My eyes fluttered and I stared shiftily from side to side. Jesus, hadn't David heard me? He was just putting his tongue up his sister's cunt again, making her give out little cooing dovey cries.

She sighed and looked back over her shoulder. "Oh, hi," she said. "Alan, Connie, this is my friend Barbara from school. Don't call her Barbie, though. She doesn't like that. Barbara, say hi to our mom and dad."

So casual it made my heart skip two or three beats running! I looked up finally, at the man and the woman, and things began to click slowly, but finally clicking. "Hello," the woman said, offering me her hand. I pulled the jumper tighter against me and gingerly shook hands with her, then with the man.

"So nice to meet you," the woman, Connie, said. "Have David and Dierdre kept you entertained?"

The family resemblance was obvious. Both parents were dark-haired, healthy-looking, as beautiful as their children. The man was tall and very well-built, his wife tall and slender with small, firm breasts obvious under her clinging silk shirt. And they didn't seem at all astonished by the scene they'd walked into. Not at all!

"Hello, David," the man said. "Or aren't you going to speak?"

The boy raised his face from Dierdre's twat. He licked his lips, then said: "You always told me it wasn't polite to talk with my mouth full."

"Who says the younger generation has forgotten its manners?" the woman smiled. She looked down at the patio floor, then bent over and picked up the bra Dierdre had taken off. "Yours?" I shook my head. So did she. "What would Frederick's of Hollywood do without my daughter's business?" she wondered aloud, running her fingers through the cutouts in the flimsy nylon garment.

"Come say hi, Daddy," Dierdre called, pushing her brother out of the way. She turned around, slinked her leg over the side of the chair and shot him a wide open beaver. To emphasize the point, her hand dropped into her lap and a lazy finger began to stroke the salmon-pink vulva on display.

"Excuse me, Barbara," Alan Banks said courteously, and he stepped between his wife and me. In a moment he was on his knees beside Dierdre, licking the pussy she had offered him so frankly. My eyes were doing a lot of bulging today.

David shrugged and, naked as he was, went to his mother. He was a few inches taller titan, and she leaned her head back to accept his kiss of greeting. Jesus! When did boys kiss their mothers like that? He held her by the cheeks and he smeared his mouth all over hers while she strained fiercely against him. Her hand dropped down and she started to pet the limp dangle of his rod. And suddenly it wasn't so limp any more and just as suddenly I found everything making final sense in my head.

The Banks kids didn't have to worry about getting caught by their parents in the sex act, because their parents already knew about it! Even more, their parents were definitely involved in the goings-on. Alan eating his daughter. Connie hardening her son's cock. Oh, wow, this was no ordinary family!

My first reaction was shock. I'd accepted the brother and sister sex that I had been allowed to share in, but seeing the parents involvement so plainly was a little more than I was ready to take. Man's head bobbed up and down in Dierdre's lap, and she was turning on, fast. She had both legs wrapped around his head, pulling him into her, and he had his hands on her tits. The nipples were little brown spears of erection between his pinching fingers and her face betrayed her delight.

I looked back at Connie and David. He'd just unbuttoned his mother's blouse, flinging it open, and his hands found her small, round tits, cupped in see-through pink nylon. In a moment, he'd pushed the elastic bra up, out of the way, and he was handling her bare boobs the way a boy isn't supposed to touch his mother. Or so I'd always assumed.

"You don't get enough, do you?" she murmured, pumping his pecker. It was up big and hard now, red in her pale fist.

"I'm a growing boy," he said lightly. "I never get enough of anything." He slipped the blouse off her shoulders and she let go of his penis long enough to allow the shirt to fall clear.

"We're not very polite," Connie said then. "Aren't we forgetting our guest?"

That was when I realized that I was still hiding behind the jumper. Somehow, it seemed on the hypocritical side, so I let it drop and crawled nervously to my feet. There were four other people out here poolside now, and I didn't feel any more naked.

"Oh, she's lovely!" Mrs. Banks cried. She came toward me, nipples erect and bare, and she took my land. "Alan, don't you think she's just adorable?"

Alan Banks turned around. He looked strange, but somehow not too strange, looking at me with Dierdre's ankles overlapped in front of his Adam's apple. "Very," ho said, lifting his eyebrows. His eyes were green – the whole family seemed to be green-eyed – and they sparkled. I was being appraised, and I knew it, and it didn't feel bad at all.

David took my other hand. "Barbara's all right," he drawled. "And that's an expert opinion."

I giggled involuntarily, but I could feel the ice breaking and the distances contracting rapidly. Connie Banks regarded me with her straightforward eyes, and I returned the stare in spades. She was a beautiful woman – about thirty-nine or forty, I guessed, though she could have been older or younger. Her body was trim and youthful, no matter what her age might be, and her face was attractive. The wide set eyes, the small, determined nose, the frank mouth, the plumb of her chin she interested me. In some ways she gave indications of how Dierdre would look at this age, and I felt a growing certainty that if I'd hit it off with the daughter, I stood to hit it off with the mother, too.

And I wanted to.

"Listen, it's getting late, Alan, why don't you and Dierdre go in and order us a carryout supper? Do you like Chinese food, Barbara? Good. There's a very nice mandarin restaurant in town, and they deliver. Order a banquet."

"Come on," Alan said, rising. He offered a hand to Dierdre and she stood up. Her father was sporting a big hard-on, tenting out the front of his pants. I saw it, and so did Dierdre. She winked at me as if to say, there's plenty for you too, Barbara, and then they were going into the house hand in hand, talking to punctuate the series of kisses they exchanged on the way.

I watched them, looking away only when I felt hands on my boobs. Connie's hands.

"You don't mind, do you?" she asked politely, rolling fingers on my nearest nipple. It was stiff and elongated and my breathing stepped up when she began to play with me.

Her face angled in toward mine, and I knew she was going to kiss me, and I could only close my eyes, open my lips slightly, and wait for her mouth to touch mine. She landed, tongue out already, and I felt her slip into my mouth. I started sucking, amazed at the passion I could arouse for a woman I'd just met for the mother of my best girl friend, no less! It all seemed so weird, but at the same time so natural. I couldn't explain it, but it was happening to me, and I had neither the strength nor the will to resist anything.

"Let's get comfortable," she suggested, puttinq the words into my mouth, and I followed as she led.

Connie helped me settle down onto the tiles, and the warmth under my ass didn't do anything to turn me off. She kissed me again and stroked me on the cheeks, her fingers busy in my hair, too. "You have beautiful hair," she said appreciatively. "And your skin is perfect. Girls with your coloring always have perfect skin. Mmm mm, almost silver, your hair. And it feels like raw silk. What do you like, Barbara? Just tell me. I'll be happy to do anything…"

"My nipples," I husked. "You could suck my nipples. If you want to."

"If I want to?" Connie said throatily. "How could I not want to? They're lovely and they look oh, soooo suckable."

I leaned back, my arms behind me, bracing me up, and Connie started kissing her way don my neck, onto the cones of my titties. "Delicious," she said. "I think my son has ejaculated on your breasts this afternoon. Hasn't he?"

"Mmmm – hmmm," I agreed with a giggle. "I'm not on the pill yet. I didn't want him to squirt inside me."

"Sensible precaution," Mrs. Banks agreed. She swirled her small pointed tongue round and round one of my nips, finally settling onto the teat itself.

She licked it with butterfly strokes, and there were butterflies inside me, too, whirring round and round in my tummy. Then her lips closed upon the nipple and she sucked avidly. Her teeth scraped the tender white flesh of my breast, but it didn't hurt. If anything, it only made me want more.

"Ooohhhh, don't stop, keep on sucking me," I gasped, wrapping my arms around her head. I held her to me with passion. Wetness was leaking out my pussy and I felt as if my body were one giant orgasm waiting to happen.

She squirmed around and one of her tits seemed to dance into my hand. I cupped it eagerly, dug my fingers into the firm, round swell of her breast, felt the nipple rise against my hand – small in diameter, but long enough to make a distinct, delightful impression on my sense of touch.

Her mouth moved down, across my belly, and I knew that Connie was about to eat me. I also knew that she would be very good at it.

I spread my legs and she settled into the space between them, her head descending into my crotch, her ass lifting. I leaned forward and cupped her buttocks, squeezing the flesh inside the pants. Her mouth slipped further down, and her tongue moved over my thin hedge of silver blonde beaver, onto the gash of my pussy.

David came around behind his mother. I looked up at him and shook my head in wonderment. "We're lucky, Dee and I," he said, stroking his erection. "Everybody ought to have the kind of parents we have."

Maybe, I thought, but God knew I didn't have the right kind of parents. Make that parent. If my mother had lived, it would have been different. But I could appreciate his luck, and Dierdre's, and oh, Jesus, God, the way Connie Banks' tongue slithered in and out of my dripping cunt! The way she spread me with her clever hands and anointed the bud of my cunt with her mouth as she ate on me! I squeezed her hips passionately and humped my pussy up into her face, smearing my wetness all over Connie's lips. She lapped into the steaming pit of my sex, and her tongue felt like a horny snake invading me.

"Oh, God," I moaned, "I think I know when Dierdre learned it!"

"Mmmmmm," she purred, and I guess she was agreeing with me. All I know is that she was fucking me with her tongue and one of her fingers, and the tight well of my pussy ached with the need to explode.

David put his hands on his mother's ass, alongside mine. "Let me," he invited, and I pulled my hands away. He bent in closer, started biting her ass through the rayon of her slacks. She wiggled her bottom at him, and he slurped and chewed and fondled her until she was doing a little hula on hands and knees, swishing her ass from side to side and in and out.

He reached under his mother and unbuttoned her slacks. When he pulled them down, he took her panties too, and Connie's bare, evenly tanned hindquarters were sticking up. She was naked where it counted now, her bra pulled up to bare her tits, pants and panties jerked down to her knees, and she made a hell of an inviting target. I'd have traded places with David right then, but I don't think I'd have been quite as effective as he was.

Not quite. He moved around behind her, his cock sticking up hard and red and ready and in a matter of seconds he was pushing his way into Connie from the rear. She trembled when her son inserted his cock in her cooze, and her teeth snapped at my trapped pussy. He thrust, and she moaned into my snatch, "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh – Goddddddddddddd!" My eyes got big again. I'd seen the son fucking his sister, but to see him donging his mother, too! Fucking the same hole he'd popped out of when he entered the world – wow! It was a heavy number for me to accept so soon.

But I could accept it, and that was what mattered. In fact, I did more than accept. I lapped it up the way Connie Banks was lapping up my cunt.

"Suck me," I groaned to the woman who was gobbling my gash, and she tried to step up the pace. But it was rough, for her because she had that big long staff of David's buried in her pay and she had to give him a little action, too.

He had her by the arm, grinding himself against her cunt. He filled and refilled her pussy with his prong, and she couldn't hold still for him. Her ass swayed from side to side and I knew shown sucking him up her tube as much as he shoving.

Connie still had enough left to give me the eating of my young life! Dierdre had been good the best, I had supposed, but she couldn't eat a cunt with half her mother's assurance and invention. Connie's tongue did crazy, sinful things to me, and I was crazy enough and sinful enough to want more. I humped her sucking mouth, and I made sure that she learned exactly how a sex-wet Barbara Gifford could taste and respond.

"Keep on," I panted, "I'm almost ready – oh, God, I'm going to come. Eat my come, Connie – here we gooooooo!" She was sucking the juice out of me, teeth pressing against my cuntal flanges, tongue scooping in and out of me like a steam shovel, and I had her by the head, strangling her with my creaming pussy while I humped my orgasm onto her sweet sucking mouth. "Take it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Take it allllllll!"

"Take mine, too!" David rasped suddenly, and he thrust himself hard against his mother's ass. She piped in my crotch and I saw the boy's face tighten and tense as he began to pour cum up his mother's pussy. She wiggled and shook to receive it, and she sighed deeply, collapsing into my lap. Her ass lifted higher, David rising with her, and she was moaning now, really moaning.

I held her head, caressing her face with my pussy, and David strained to give her another goad squirt or two, right up the old cunt, before he fell back, exhausted. His cock slipped out of her. It was still up, and he had a jolt or two of jism left in him. I saw his dick jiggle, and a glistening, shiny gob of cum exploded from the fat red knob, arcing into the air, to land in the middle of his mother's back.

"Whew," he said, and his dick melted almost as he spoke. I leaned forward, surrounding Connie with my own body. My fingers found the spot of cum on her spine, and I scooped it up. For a moment I was tempted to drink it myself, but I remembered my manners in the nick of time.

"Here," I said. "From David to you." And I stuck my finger, cummy and sticky, into her mouth. She closed her lips and sucked me clean, and I felt her sigh again, and it was over.

I'd gotten acquainted with the whole family this evening. Her father had socked it to me after we finished our carry-in dinner, and let me tell you, the man knew his business. He had all of David's masculine strength and endurance, and he was mature enough, besides, to give me the full treatment. In spades. When he finally slipped his pecker up my cunt, after a long, long session of foreplay, I started to come and didn't think I'd ever get stopped.

To make matters worse, Dierdre was down there, giving her dad's cock and my pussy the same kind of going over I'd dished out to her and David by the pool this afternoon. Only she wasn't doing for the first time, like I had. She was experienced, and eager, and she licked up a storm.

At the same time, David was eating Dierdre's cunt and Connie was blowing the fuck out of his dick, and Alan Banks had one hand in his wife's snatch, diddling and poling, and we were a regular five party daisy chain, all of us fucking and sucking. Alan jerked his rod out of me just in time to squirt into Dierdre's hungry mouth and Dierdre splashed a load of girl cum into David's mouth, and Connie's lips flooded over with her son's abundant river of jism, and she wiggled into a climax of her own, making her husband's fingers deliciously sticky. And through it all, I could think only, God, it's just like I'm one of the family.

It was the sunniest of Saturday afternoons, and the river sparkled below us, the swift-flowing waters a muddy green with glints of sunlight flashing across the ripples. Near mid-channel a slow base dutifully pressed its way upstream, against the current, and I felt sorry for anyone who had to spend a day like this working, instead of having fun.

The three of us lay on a wooded bank overlooking the river, deep in shadows from the old, thick-branched trees above us. Birds were singing, and the river's low rushing sound drifted up. When we had time to listen.

Dierdre's father was lying on his back, stretched out on a long beach blanket spread over the cushiony moss and grass, and I was humping up and down on his cock, where it thrust deep and proud into me.

He moved beneath me, making his cock dance in my cunt, and I squirmed about in complete abandon. Alan was doing a fantastic job of fucking me or maybe I was just in a fantastic mood for fucking.

Dierdre lay beside her father, while he sucked and nibbled her nipples where she offered them. Her nipples were brown spears of erection, covered with spittle, and I could see teeth marks and saliva on the tanned ends of her boobs.

My own tan was coming along. I wasn't quite so pale across the tits and hips. By the time we returned to school on Tuesday, I should be evenly bronzed, or very nearly so. And probably fucked to a frazzle, too.

"Let me, now," Dierdre pleaded, and I couldn't deny her. I lifted myself from Alan's cock and she hurried to take my place. She held her father's rod upright and jiggled it into her pussy opening, and then she plunged down like a piston, swallowing him in her juicy hole. "Do it, Dad," she grinned, leaning forward so that her tits fell toward him and did a little bump and bounce for his visual amusement.

"Would you like to taste me again?" I asked him, and Alan allowed as how he certainly would. "Okay! What you want, you get!" And I sat on his face, pressing my twat down so he could lick and slurp every creamy centimeter of me. He took hold of my ass and began to knead the slender but shapely hips, pulling them so that my pussy winked open a little and my asshole tingled.

His tongue slicked into my cunt, and I felt an extra set of fingers begin fondling me from behind. "IS that you?" I asked, and I heard Dierdre murmur that it was indeed.

She tickled up and down the crease of my ass, moving again and again to the tight little pucker of the asshole itself. I knew she was going to do me there, with her finger, but why was she taking so long? It was something I'd never tried before meeting her, but now that she'd given me a few lessons, I wondered how I'd ever done without it.

"Stick it in," I said. "Don't torment me!"

"Aaaaaahbhhh," she groaned in deep satisfaction and her fingers stiffened against my buttocks. It wasn't a big come, but I knew how transported with joy she must feel as the delightful spasms passed through her pussy. And her little ones were always the harbingers of big climaxes on their way here. I could share her pleasure, share it in my heart and mind and soul and cunt, because much the same thing was happening to me. Alan's tongue had coaxed a shuddery tingle of response from my cooze and I fucked his face two or three quick times, smearing my juices all over his mouth. I hoped it would make him horny for more of me, and I wasn't mistaken. His tongue shot up inside me, and he was doing it to me all over again.

Dierdre's fingers took life again, and the tip of one of them banged for admittance to my rectum. I wiggled back to meet her, and I was greasy crotched from swimming and fucking and being eaten. Her finger dilated my asshole with quick rotations, and she moved into me, thrusting, stabbing, the well-trimmed nail of her finger scraping the lining of my asshole as she took herself home. I was tight, but yielding, and my rectal muscles contracted lusciously around her. "Ohbhhh therrrrrrrrrre!" I moaned, being taken in both holes and wishing only that I had more holes to be taken.

Someday, I thought, feeling her finger in my ass, I'm going to try this with a cock. But not till I've had a little more practice.

Dierdre's finger quivered, and I knew from that contact alone that she was coming again. This time it was the big one. I didn't have to hear the chirping moans and cries emanating from her joyous mouth.

Her finger slid out of me, and I was sorry, but Alan was pushing at me, motioning for me to get off his face. I arose, turned, and saw that his red cock was still hard and upright, that Dierdre was lying beside her father, eyes shut, lips fluttering. Her fingers were in her cunt and her legs moved in rhythm. "Me again?" I asked, grabbing Alan's cock.

"If you want to," he said, a complete waste of breath. How could I not want to? I was about six strokes shy of the hottest orgasm of the day. And the cock in my fist was the perfect way to get to that orgasm. I mounted him again God, it was great for I'd never done it before I met the Bankses, but it was rapidly becoming my favorite position.

I slithered my wet pussy down like a glove on the hard staff of Alan's dong, and he filled me perfectly. When I was sitting on him, I could feel the tip of his rod at the mouth of my uterus, and I was just full of peter. God, it was getting to the point where I felt empty unless I had something in me!

He covered my tits with his hands, and I rested mine on the hard table of his stomach. The man was in good shape, and he could certainly dish out a fucking. "Oohhhhh fuck meeeeeeeeee!" I screeched, riding him up and down, side to side, up and down again. I swiveled my hips so that his dick jounced around inside me, the hot, swollen tip stimulating every inch of my pussy's interior. If feel meant anything he was as close to coming as I was, and it was gonna be a good one, no two ways about it! His fingers dug into my tits and my nipples were sticking out a mile from their sweaty-wet bases. And if my nips were wet, my pussy was flooded. He squished when he romped up into me, and there was squish when I settled down on him, too. A squish, and the hard, marble-like presence of his balls under my pussy lips. Oooohhhh, yeah! I squirmed until his face went pale, and then I was riding up high, coming down hard, using his cock the way God had intended it to be used. For my pleasure. And his.

"Fuck her, Daddy!" Dierdre chirped beside us. "Fuck her for you, and fuck her for me, and fuck her for Mom and David, too! Oh, give it to her! Shove that hard rod until the tip comes out her mouth! She can take it! She wants it! Give it to her good!"

She was still digging in her pussy, using fingers from both hands, and she watched us through eyes narrowed to tiny catlike slits.

"Fuck meeeee!" I took up the cry. "Fuck me, oh, fuck me, Daddy!"

I didn't know what I was saying. I saw Dierdre's eyes open wide, bulging like mine had bulged so often yesterday. I felt Alan tense, too, but I didn't understand why, for I really hadn't been listening to the words that came from my mouth. I just kept saying them, and I kept pouncing down on his dong, and suddenly he was squirting, deep inside me, the tip of his pecker spouting jism right into my womb.

Dierdre had given me my first pill at breakfast, so I wasn't worried about the consequences. And thank God for it, too! I felt, felt for the very first time in my whole life, a cock exploding in my cunt.

His cock, slamming up into me, pushing its way through the cum he'd already filled me with, eager to fill me with even more. I felt it leaking out of me as we fucked up and down, and my pussy hairs clotted with the spillover. I scooped up each time I rocked down upon Alan. And his cock was still squirting! I lost count of how many separate jolts of ejaculation vibrated through his tool, but I know that I had at least three distinct orgasmic spasms before he was finished and his rod began to go limp inside me.

"No, no," I protested, humping. "Stay hard. Fuck me a long time. Fuck me all day. Fuck me all night. Oh, God, just fuck meeeeeeee!"

"I'm sorry," he husked, "I'm not as young as I used to be."

And his limp rod began to slither out of me and there was no way I could keep him inside. The slipperiness of my cunt was too great. I slid back, and we were no longer connected, except by the trail of cum that stretched from the lips of my cunt to the base of his rod, like a bridge of milky snot. My pussy lips were all covered with jizz, too, big juicy drops rolling out of me in slow stately progression, and I sank my finger into the happy mess.

"May I?" asked a voice down between my legs. I looked and it was Dierdre, lying on her belly, her face only inches from my sloppy puss. "It looks too good to waste," she added, and she looked so cute, hands up, the fingers pointing downward, that I nodded. She thrust her face into me, and her tongue took over from my finger. It did a lot better job, too, I must confess. At least it felt a lot nicer. Jesus, I thought as she began to tongue me dry, I don't think I can ever be satisfied with just masturbating again. The other day I'd serenely decided it was the only way to fly, but I wasn't as old as I was the other day.

Alan lay back watching. He stretched a hand toward me, and I took it. His fingers were strong and warm, and they intertwined with my fingers, creating a daisy knot of affection. You might say that he and his wife were a little overly permissive with their children but every member of the family loved and cherished every other member, and, for this weekend at least, I too was a member of the Banks family, and I was loved and cherished too.

Alan slid closer, and I nuzzled my face against his smooth chest. He had small dark nipples and I knew from experience that he liked to have them mouthed, nearly as much as I enjoyed having my big pink ones mouthed. I didn't suck him right now. I was too tired out. I only grazed his teats with my cheek, felt them twitch and stiffen, then rubbed my cheek a little closer. His arm encircled me, came to rest on the side of my tit. We were still holding hands, and both of us were watching his daughter Dierdre suck cum out of my drenched cunt.

Then I heard footsteps crashing through the underbrush. I looked up, and David was standing in the glade with us. "Hi," I said. "You're just in time. Join the party."

David frowned. "Can't do it," he said. "Uh, I think you'd better get some clothes on and come back to the camp. There's a guy who claims to be your father, and I think he is."

"Oh, shit!" I said, sitting up. "You're kidding!"

"Nope," David replied. "And he seems pissed off about something. So I wouldn't waste any time if I were you."

The Bankses had their camp it was actually an old school bus, repainted in a melange of bright happy colors, with a barbecue spit and a chemical, portable toilet, and some of the other comforts of home; mostly they had each other, and that was comfort enough in a hollow, behind one of the high ridges flanking the river front. It was set back from the Ohio far enough that they didn't have to worry about the annual floods. I'd fallen in love with it at first sight. Just enough primitiveness and just enough civilization, and the best of company to be there with.

We came don the bank. Alan and Dierdre and me, and all of us were wearing our clothes and I was trying not to look as if I'd just been summoned out of a juicy three way on the far side of the hill.

My heart thudded lower and lower as we neared the camp. That was definitely my father's car – the Mercedes parked beside the Banks' station wagon and David's motorcycle. And the man standing at the converted school bus, talking to Connie Banks? Well, I knew him, too.

Oh, shit! I thought. All the rest of my life he hadn't cared a Goddamn where I was or what I was doing, and now, when I was really having some fun, for a change, here he was, big as life. I swallowed the angry impulse and went to him.

"Hi, Daddy," I said, unsure whether I should be friendly or aloof. It would depend on his response and I could play it from there.

"Hello, Barbara." Oooohh. Cold and chilly. "I thought you were supposed to be staying at school this weekend. What are you doing here?" He said it very straightforward, just a hint of glare in his dark blue eyes, but he gave the impression of trying to contain a great deal of righteous anger. Each word was spoken clearly and precisely, and that was a very bad sign. It was the way he always talked to me, and it made me ache to go away, to be somewhere else, so I wouldn't have to be spoken to in that tone of voice any longer. Maybe that's why he did it. To keep me at a distance. Well, it worked.

"It's all right," Alan Banks volunteered, stepping up to Daddy, offering his hand. Daddy shook hands with Alan, but his eyes were on me. God, there was such a difference between the two men! Watching them, I could pick up every vibration of the difference, too.

Alan was warm and open. He was about forty – I had never asked but if David was nineteen, Alan should be at least twenty years older – but he looked so much younger. He was alive and healthy, and warm, enfolding kindness seemed to radiate from him. While Daddy, thirty-six, stood there in his safari style leisure suit, backbone straight as a Prussian grenadier's, his body language displaying the cold, tense, withdrawn nature of him. Damn it, I thought, why did I have to be born into the wrong fucking family? Why did I have to be born at all, for that matter?

But Daddy hadn't always been this way. I could remember his cold mouth when it still remembered how to smile. I could even remember hearing him laugh, hearing him tell my mother, "She looks more like you every day, Barbie-doll," while his hand stroked across my pale blonde hair and I stood smiling, gloating, reveling in the knowledge that I was the loved, only child of two loving parents.

It had been different once, but there was no way to make it that way again. When Mom died, so did Daddy's affection for me. The last four years I'd been an orphan in every way that really counted, and I'd be an orphan the rest of mylife as far as Daddy was concerned. The handwriting was on the wall. I looked at him standing there, and I wanted so much to hate him. If I'd found a sort of primeval, innocent, sensual Garden of Eden with the Banks family, then Daddy was the snake who was about to fuck it all up.

Alan was still talking. "Our daughter, Dierdre," he said as she stepped forward and did a little curtsy in greeting, "Met Barbara at school during the orientation program for new students. And when she heard that Barbara was going to stay at school for the holiday, Dierdre invited her to come visit us."

"Yes," Dierdre said, "it seemed like such a lonely way to spend Labor Day."

"Barbara," my father said, "knows that she had no business accepting without my consent."

I felt it was time to speak. "Well, you told me you were going to be in Canada over the holiday, and I don't remember you leaving a number where you could be reached."

"I'm not in Canada, as you can see," Daddy replied.

"Oh, please, Mr. Gifford," Connie put in, "Barbara is very welcome here. She didn't hurt anything by coming, and I hope this hasn't inconvenienced you…"

"It's not a matter of conveniences," Daddy replied. "As it turned out, I didn't have to go to Canada, after all. And late last night I had a call from the school wondering if Barbara had come home for the holiday break. She hadn't, of course, and there was no indication at school just where she had gone. My daughter is rather careless, it seems. Not only did she forget to tell me, she also forgot to sign the school's checkout book, which is a violation of student rules. I imagine the headmistress will want to discuss that with her when she gets back this evening. Anyway, after some checking and cross checking, we found a girl who remembered seeing Barbara get into a car yesterday noon your daughter's car."

Bloody shit! I thought angrily. I'd forgotten about the stupid sign out regulations.

"I called your house," Daddy went on, "but there was a recording answer device on the line that said you'd gone up to your camp. So I did a little more checking, and here I am. Barbara, I believe you've imposed on the Bankses long enough. If you'll get your things together, I'll drive you back to school."

I saw red for a moment. Lucidly, Dierdre filled in the gap just before I could tell Daddy to go take a flying fuck at a moving Concorde. "Oh, please, Mr. Gifford, I'll tell the headmistress whose fault it really was! I should have reminded Barbara about signing out. And if it's a matter of staying here or going back to school, God, how can you want her to stay there all by herself during the holidays? And we were having so much fun." Her voice dropped wistfully away and she hung her head to one side. Those liquid peon eyes of hen had won my heart. Could they do the same to Daddy?

No. He wasn't even looking at her. His stare was fixed on me.

I frowned. Not only, it seemed, did he want nothing to do with me, he wanted me to have nothing to do with other people either.

"Barbara…" he started.

"No! Let's not talk about it here! I'm so embarrassed I could die, right now, right here, so if you want to humiliate me any more, let's go off and discuss it in private. If that means anything to you – how I feel, that is!" And I turned around and started up the hill we'd just come down. Behind me, Daddy said "Barbara!" in a sharp, drilled voice. I wasn't listening. At least, I wasn't obeying. I marched up the hill, and in a moment I heard the tramp of his footsteps, coming through the grass after me. The Bankses must have been staring at us, too, and I felt even more miserable than I'd ever thought I could. Mortification was the pleasantest word to describe the workings inside my head, and I think I was almost wishing that Daddy would have a coronary and die while he was trying to catch up with me. That would have solved everything. The Bankses could have adopted me and I could have been their child by law as well as love. Oh, God, that's horrible! I reminded myself. You can't feel that way about your own father, for chrissake!

By the time I'd reached the top of the hill overlooking the river, Daddy was almost up to me. He reached for my arm, but I eluded him and started down the slope. "Barbara, listen to me," he was saying, coming up behind. "I was very worried about you. When the school called and said you weren't there, that they didn't know where you were, I…"

"Don't, Daddy," I said coldly. "It's way too late for anything like that. You stopped caring about me when Mom died, and I can't believe that you've started caring now. The Bankses love me. Not because somebody puts them on the spot and they have to seem to care a little, but because they love me. For myself. And I love them. They're the only real family I've had in a long, long time. If you want me to go with you, if you want me to go back to the school so I can spend the weekend staring at the walls of my room and wishing I could hear a friendly voice, see an eye that looks at me with love and affection, then I'll do it. But I'll never speak to you again, as long as either of us lives. Never."

"Barbara," he said again, "you don't understand – there's so much you can't understand – and the worst of it is, I don't think I can tell you – the way you think it is, that isn't the truth at all…"

"I don't want to hear it. If you can't talk to me, then don't even bother trying. I want to take one last swim before I go. Daddy, and that's what I'm going to do. And then we'll get my stuff and we'll drive back up to the school and you can tell me goodbye the same way I plan to tell you goodbye. For real. For good."

I stepped down to the river's edge, where water lapped gently on the pebbly beach. Without looking back, I took off my long-tailed shirt. Under it, I was wearing my bikini. While Daddy tried to speak from the bank, I stepped into the water, making a lot of splashes so I wouldn't have to listen to his lame excuses.

I looked at him, standing on the shore, and I wished I could swim off, down the river, and never have to come back. Maybe I could drown instead. Open my mouth, shut my eyes, and just sink beneath the rippling waters of the Ohio River, never to come up again. I tried, but I was too good a swimmer. Each time I went under, I popped up again, spitting out water and healthy to a disgusting degree. Oh damn it, Barbara, I told myself, you have to go ashore eventually. Why not do it now and get the Goddamned fucking business over with? But I meant what I said. If he insisted that I go back to school simply because my neglect had inconvenienced him a little, then it was definite. We were finished. I wanted nothing more to do with him or the life he'd chosen for me. I summed up all my determination and swam for shore.

I had trouble thinking of him as human while I neared the shore. Sometimes I wanted to shrivel up inside, remembering how I used to idolize the man. Oh, he was handsome, I guess, in his way Dierdre had called him a "viking" type, which was pushing it a little, but I'd shown her an old picture of him. He was tall, reasonably well built, with sandy blonde hair layer cut, and his clothes were tailored to his body so they fit perfectly. From the neck down he was a decent figure of a man, from the chin up, he was all iceberg, with the coldest, most unyielding eyes I had ever seen or wanted to see.

He stood like a statue as I waded into the shallows and came ashore, water dripping down my lithe, tanned body. I looked at him, found no surrender in the set of his expression.

"If you're finished with your little tantrum, Barbara," he said stiffly, "we might as well be going?"

"All right, damn it," I growled, shaking my hair and tossing it back. I have long hair, fine-stranded, and right now it was weighted down with water. And while I stood there, combing out my hair, not even looking at Daddy, all my weight centered onto my left leg, I heard him make a little coughing sound deep in his chest. I looked up, and he had the strangest expression in big eyes and round his mouth that I'd ever seen on a human being.

"My God," he said, wonderingly. I lifted my head and stared at him. His glassy eyes were starting to mist over and his face was dead white from sideburns to sideburns, from hairline to shirt collar.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, not really caring. Jesus, I thought, if he has a coronary, it might just work out – oh, God, I really thought that??

He sat down on the grass, still looking at me. He seemed to be having trouble with his breathing. I stopped playing with my hair. "It's you – all over again."

"Who?"

He shook his head slightly. "No. For a moment…"

"What?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Nothing new." I started on my hair again.

"Your mother," he said. "You looked just like her the day the day that I – my God, she was just your age, Barbara, and I was in my second year of college. I'd lived next door to her all my life, and we were good friends, nothing more, and then that day at the lake, she came out of the water and stood there, shaking her hair just the way you're doing now. Good God, you look so much like her, Barbie, so much."

Barbie? He hadn't called me Barbie in a long time. I felt my hands begin to shake.

"It was the day I fell in love with her, and I never stopped. Seventeen years ago, and I feel the same way about her now."

His eyes! They were human again! And, oh, God, so heartsick in the way they looked at me! I went to him, wet as I was, and I wrapped my arms around him and hugged for dear life. He embraced me, and my tits were hard against him, hard and wet inside the soaking bikini. He had one, hand in the small of my back, the other in my hair, petting it, toying with it, stroking it lovingly and I leaned my face against his chest, purring like a kitten. I didn't know what had happened to him, but I didn't want it to stop.

"It was as if she'd come back to me all over again, as if I had another chance."

I looked up. "I never went away, Daddy. You went away from me." There were tears in my eyes.

He tried to push me away then, and his eyes began to harden. I fought him. I held on, wrapping my arms and legs around his body, and I pressed him with all of me. "Oh, my God," I said suddenly, letting go and stepping back. I'd felt it unmistakable, lancing up against my belly for only a moment but something I could not have missed feeling. I looked down, and there it was Daddy was hard in his pants, massively hard.

I looked at his face, and he couldn't endure the stare of my eyes. He turned away, red and flushed with embarrassment. Nobody should have to look like that, I decided impulsively, and I wrapped my arms around him again. I hugged Daddy, and all the while his ferocious boner poked me in the belly, seeming to grow with each squeeze I gave him.

"Stop it, please," he murmured, but I didn't stop. And gradually I felt his arms encircling me again, and he was hugging me and petting my hair and my body seemed to flow into a pool and mingle with his. The weight of his erection was incredible it felt long and thick and I could sense the body heat of him coming through his clothes and touching me. Where I lived.

"Barbie," he said, calling me that name again, "do you understand now? Do you understand why I kept you at a distance these past four years? Do you understand why I don't want to be with you, don't want you around me?"

I shook my head. "I don't understand. I never understood."

"Damn it, for a while I was too hurt, too bereaved to have much interest in you. The main focus of my life had gone and I was empty. And then I began to look at you, remembering the girl who'd grown up next door to me you came to look like her more and more every day it was as if my life had started all over again and I was able to have another chance with my Barbie. But you're my daughter, for God's sake, and the feelings I was beginning to have about you – they were horrible – I used to watch you as you walked through the house and all I could think of was that you were your mother, come back to life, come back to life, come back to me." He stopped, swallowed hard, and went on.

"I had to get you out of the house, away from me. That's why I sent you to school, why I kept sending you to school. I wanted you, Barbie junior, I wanted you in ways a father isn't supposed to want his daughter – oh, Jesus, do I have to tell you every filthy detail, every wild fantasy? Can't you understand enough, the way I am now? Let go of me, Barbie, please let go of me."

I didn't let go. "Oh, Daddy," I said, "I don't want to let you go again! All this time I thought you didn't love me."

"And instead I loved you too much. In the wrong way."

"No," I said, shaking my head firmly. "You can't love anyone too much. And as far as love's concerned, there is no wrong way. Oh, Dad, let me help you. You need help you need it more than I do, I think."

And with that I unclasped my arms from around him and sank to my knees in front of Daddy. I looked up at his face, reassuring him with my eyes that it really was all right, and then I laid my cheek against the big pillar of his cock. He shivered when I touched him there, and he shivered even more when I reached up and unzipped his trousers. My hand slipped inside, still wet from my swim, and I found his big lump with no problem. It was burning hot inside his shorts and I held him in the palm of my hand, fingers slacking and tensing around his erected flesh.

"Barbie," he said, but he choked on the final syllable and he had nothing at all left to say except for a weak groan when I fiddled his cock through the slit of his jockey shorts and pulled him into the sunlight, there on the river bank.

"Oh," I said in awe, eyeing the full exposed length of him. My Daddy's cock was far and away the biggest I had ever seen. How long? How thick? I couldn't guess and I didn't have a tape measure on hand. He might have been a little shorter than Alan and David's eight-inch poles, but he made up for it in thickness. His cock was a perfect fucking tool, a wedge to open a pussy with thick and red, with a purple, swollen knob at the very pinnacle of him. And hard? God, I couldn't find any loose skin on him to play with! He was solid erection from the base to the knob, and so tight my fingers felt as if they were tapping a drumhead.

"You can't," he said weakly, and even as he told me no, I knew how much he must be wanting this. His eyes were glazed and his lips trembled. Right now he didn't look like my daddy at all. He looked like a weak, horny man who needed to have his horniness taken care of.

A week ago I'd have been aghast at the very idea of this, of what I was about to do, but the two days I'd spent with the Banks family had opened my eyes in a big way. I knew that there was nothing inherently evil or sinful about sex between members of a family, that it could be sweet and loving and beneficial for all concerned if it arose from love and healthy desire and not from force or coercion.

Well, nobody was forcing me to be on my knees in front of Daddy. Nobody was holding a gun at my head commanding me to start licking his cock. Nobody said "Do it or you'll die." So I guess what I was doing stemmed from love, more than anything else. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick him up and down, from his open fly to his bulging knob.

His confession had been a shattering thing for me to hear. God, to think that Daddy'd had the hots for me all this time and was thrusting me out of his life to restrain what he considered shameful desires! Well, I'd have thought them shameful desires, too, if he'd confessed them any other day except today. But today I knew the truth, and it was a truth I wanted to share. I began kissing his hot burning flesh, touching with my tongue the little vein that pulsed and throbbed as blood engorged his stiff dong.

"Trust me, Daddy," I murmured, my lips fluttering on his hard tight skin, and then I pulled back ovaling my mouth to welcome him into me. He thrust, just as my lips brushed the rim of his dong, and I clamped down fast and tight, just the bulb of him in my mouth. God, it was all I could do to stretch my lips far enough to take in the big thing!

But rewarding, too. I started to suckle him, like a baby feeding off a big juicy nipple, and little bubbles of turn seeped into my mouth, doing all sorts of wild, crazy things to my taste buds. I heard him say, "Oh, Barbie," in a lost, really bewildered voice, and he put his hands on my head again, this time to keep me where I could do him the most good.

I sucked ferociously and a bigger slurp of semen oozed from Daddy's slitted cockhead. It was sticky and oily, rolling over my tongue like a big raw oyster, and I felt it sliding down my throat. I gulped, savored it, and somewhere in between it occurred to me that once upon a time some of that very same jism had taken seed in my mother's belly and created me. And now, here I was, on my knees, eating the cock that had fathered me. And, totally turned on by the excitement of the forbidden act.

It had been one thing to share, vicariously, in the Banks' habitual incest patterns, but it was something entirely different to start a new pattern, one of my very own. I'd eaten Alan and Connie and Dierdre and David, more times than I could count the last day or two, but none of them made my body tingle with arousal the way it was tingling now, with Daddy's cock in my mouth, hard as a poker and fiery as an ember.

I sucked again, and again I heard Daddy say my name. He was calling me Barbie, too, which he hadn't done in years. God, no one had called me Barbie! I wouldn't let anyone use that name – it brought back too many memories – but when Daddy called me by his old favorite nickname, I didn't mind. If anything, it turned me on all the harder.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth, and I took it in my hands, holding it up toward the sky in a kind of offering to heaven. While my hands kept him pointing upward, I used my lips and tongue down him, up him, and all around him, licking and slurping wet kisses onto my father's rod.

"You've got to stop," he panted above me, but his hands were all over my head, combing finger shoving through my wet, tangled hair. He touched my ears, drew his fingers back, then stroked forth again. I felt him exploring the curvature of my ears, gliding lightly all the while – then dipping downward to pet my lobes. And the back of my neck. Oh, God, the back of my neck! It's a turn-on zone for me, but I didn't know how much of a turn-on zone until Daddy started rubbing me there.

"I can't stop," I murmured against his cock, my tongue flicking out to keep him wet and attentive. His flesh was wet, sorta salty, and I could feel that blood still pumping into his prick. My heart was beating just as fast inside me, and I could swear that my left tit was doing a jumpy up and down dance, trembling with the force of my pulsating heart. I looked at Daddy's cock, at the stiff, rigid shaft, at the grape-purple knob, coated with a creamy lift le outer skin of drying, escaped jism and pre-cum, and I wanted him back in my mouth more than I wanted anything else. Ever.

It was forbidden, but it wouldn't kill you. I'd already seen living proof of that. And if it was a forbidden act, it was forbidden only because it was such a fierce erotic stimulant. I owed my very being to this cock, and I had to suck it.

Back into my mouth I stuffed him, and this time it was no coy little baby-bottle teat-guzzling. I opened my mouth as widely as possible and I pulled him into me by sheer force of oral muscles. I hadn't known I was that good, and it was a real thrill to discover how talented I was.

He thrust as I pulled, and together we made an unbeatable combination. God, why hadn't we discovered this a long time ago? Why had he spent so much time fighting his desire for me?

I knew, too, that my little slip of the tongue when I was balling Alan had not been a slip at all. The desire had been in me, too. I mean, how can you really hate anyone if you don't also have the capacity to love them too? It's the other side of the coin – extreme passion – and I'd just flipped my own nickel. Inside me all those years of pent-up hatred for Daddy simmered, seeping downward into every part of my body and brain.

He rammed deeply into my mouth, and my jaws were aching from the stretches I had to make, but I kept them stretched and Goddamn the ache! I didn't have an especially deep throat – I thought – but already I had five or six inches of Daddy's cock in my mouth and I was hungry for more.

I pulled with my cheek muscles, tongue whirling around the imbedded part of Daddy's dong, and my face moved another inch or so toward him.

"Nnnnnnnhhhh!" I gurgled as my lips and nose scratched themselves on the wicked teeth of his zipper. Unless he took his pants off I could take him no deeper. Pubic hairs protruded from his shafts, long silky hairs, and I felt their ticklish imprint on the tip of my nose. Oh, God, if we could only do this right sometime, I could really show Daddy a thing or two! I'd kiss his balls while I ate his big beautiful dong, and he could. Oh, God in heaven, what if he never let me get near him again? What if he drew back into the shell he'd built around himself? It wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen. I would not let him. If I had to rape the man, I'd show him that he possessed a daughter, hot and sexy and loving as hell, that he owed it to both of us to fuck me, to let me suck him, to trade love back and forth like kids swapping baseball cards.

"Barbieeeee!" he growled, an agonizing sound, the sound of a lost soul teetering on the brink of some calamity. Oh, it hurt me to hear him sound that way! I wanted to tell him that it was all right he didn't have to be lonely any more neither did I we had each other.

I wanted to tell him all that, but I couldn't speak became I was busy as a cat covering shit, giving Daddy the blow-job of my life, hoping it would be the blow job of his life, too. His hands clutched my head, strong fingers digging into my scalp, and he pushed his cock at me, totally filling my mouth, pressing into the very tip of my throat where I'd long since despaired of ever getting a cock.

I gagged, but only for a second. The urge passed as Dad's rod stayed where it belonged, and then I was sucking again, a river of drool flowing through my mouth, engulfing his cock. I pulled my head back, descended on him again, and he plunged just as deeply as before.

Dad wasn't a villain any longer. He wasn't some man who lived far away and spent all his time avoiding me. He was my daddy again, and he was my lover too, and he could never erase this moment from his memory, could never fight his way back to what dull, straight people think of as normality. For us, this was normal, and right, and proper, and if he didn't understand that now, I'd by God teach him.

Oh, we made a great couple! There was mutual awkwardness at first, mine and his alike, but it passed, and he changed, and soon enough we were carrying on as if we'd been doing it all our lives. He thrust at me, and I carried my face forward, sucking his thrust home, into the back of my throat, cheeks drawn in tightly around him. I pulled back, my tongue going wild as more and more of his cock emerged from my lips, and then we were coming together once again, Daddy feeding his more than willing daughter with the sweetest meat on earth.

"Suck it, baby, suck it!" he moaned, swaying as he socked himself in and out of me. Well, I was sucking – there wasn't much else I could do, and I wanted it as much as he did – more, maybe, because I was thinking clearly and I knew, so very, very well, what this meant for me and Daddy.

My throat and jaws were strained and sore, but I cheered myself by recalling that soon I'd be used to his shape and size, that soon I could take him without any trouble at all. Not this suck-off, and maybe not the next one, either – but it wouldn't be long.

"Mmmmmm," I purred when I just couldn't take it any longer. I needed some relief, but I didn't want to surrender my oral grip on his cock no matter how much my mouth ached. I drew my head back, till only the bulging cap of him was caught between my lips, and I fisted the lower portion of Daddy's prong, fingers locking in place around him. Slowly, but with a pleasant offbeat stroking rhythm, I began to work my fist up him and down him. I bumped my sucking lips as I shucked Daddy, but it was a pleasant feeling and the tempo started to pick up as I realized just how pleasant.

Basically, it was jerking him off into my mouth, but he didn't seem to mind. He said, "Oh, Barbie," again, several times and I didn't mind either. I kept sucking on his rubbery swollen knob and my hand kept moving up and down his pole, and I knew that in a very few minutes he'd be gushing into my mouth. Oh, God, I prayed, let it be a big one! Let him come like a river! Let his sperm pop out my ears and eyes and nose, if you want – but make sure that most of it goes where it belongs, down my throat and into my tummy. I've done it for total strangers let me do it now for Daddy!

"Watch out!" he shouted. "Oh, God, Barbie, here it cooooommmeeesss!"

His prick knob swelled up like a balloon in my mouth, and it felt as if he were filling me again, with just the glans of his penis in me. My lips stretched with the swelling, and my tongue flew into a frenzy of action, licking and rimming his knob. I tried to dig my way into the deep deft slit at the tip of his meat stick, the hole where his jism would soon come bursting through.

Soon? My, God, it was now! The first salvo of Daddy's orgasm shot into me, and I felt a jerk of reflex excitement between my legs. I thrust my free hand down, into my lap, and the fingers skirted through the leg band of my bikini bottom onto the smooth flesh around my pussy gash. Nails scraped tender labia, and then my finger was inside me, pumping for dear life, and Daddy was pumping his cum into my gobbling mouth, and I felt a burst of orgasmic intensity lurking just inside my cunt, ready to explode.

Daddy sent blast after blast of jizz into my mouth, and I drank most of it, just the way I'd prayed I might do. God, he had so much of the stuff in him! It was like he hadn't climaxed for months, or years, even! Christ, what did he do for sex these days? He'd never talked to me about other women, but he hadn't talked to me about anything for the last four years. Well, the ice was broken. I'd find out someday, if it mattered. I didn't think it really did matter, though.

Sticky gobs of cum were dripping from my lips. I couldn't drink fast enough to take all Daddy had to give me, but I got most of it into my belly, where it belonged, and I didn't begrudge the spillover. Oh, I hoped he was watching me, looking down at his loving daughter as she proved her love in the most unmistakable fashion. I wanted him to see me eating his rod, to see the jism hanging in long sticky trails from my fluttering lips, to see that I was busy diddling myself to an orgasm that would complement his, that would stay forever in my memory so I could treasure this experience over and over and over.

I sucked on, and his cock gave a quivery jiggle in my mouth. Two or three more hot sticky shots came popping out of Daddy's dick, and then I felt him starting to go soft. I moved my head back, holding his dick in one hand, and I watched a lazy slow bubble, the final one, emerge from the tip of him. It drooped down, a long hanging strand of cum, and I caught it with my butterfly tongue before it could spill and waste in the grass at our feet.

Then I looked up, and I was delighted to see that Daddy was indeed looking at me. His eyes – God, how can I describe them? They were a potpourri of emotions, each struggling to gain command. Part of him was elated, part of him was satisfied, part of him was nervous, pert of him was guilty, and part of him was horrified. I smiled up at Daddy, trying to show him that it was okay. But my finger did a final poke into my pussy, and that orgasm hidden away seemed to burst aflame all at once. I threw my head back and moaned, shaking and shuddering all over, and my eyes closed, and for long sweet moment I was alone, reveling in the happy come that bucked and gurgled through my rippling twat.

The taste of cum was fragrant in my mouth when I felt Daddy's hands on my shoulders. He was squatting beside me, looking me square in the face. If nothing else, I thought, we've at least gotten to the point where we can look at one another.

"What in the hell possessed you to do that?" he asked in a tight voice.

"I wanted to," I replied. "And you needed it. Oh, Daddy." I shook his hands, squeezing them passionately, wanting nothing more than to share my newfound knowledge with him. "Don't you understand? You don't have to pretend I don't exist any more! We know the truth now, that we love each other very much, and there's no reason for us to keep acting as if we don't. What I just did – oh, God, Daddy, I can do that for you any time you want! Because I love you, damn it, and I don't want you to be unhappy and lonely any more, and because I don't want me to be lonely any more either! I've been without a father too damned long. I don't want to be an orphan for the rest of my life."

"It's crazy," he said. "It's wrong and it's wicked. We'll end up hating each other. I'll end up hating myself. God, I think I do already!" His hands shook in mine, and I tried to steady him. I slid a little closer. When my knee touched his, Daddy moved back. "No," be said. "I don't think I can trust myself again."

"You're being silly," I said. "You're trying to find evil where it doesn't where it can't exist. And I won't let you."

He shook his head. "Yes, Daddy," I went on. "Yes, yes, yes! Will you come with me now? Will you come with me and let me prove to you that I'm telling the truth? Let me introduce you to my friends. Let them show you what I'm talking about. Oh, Daddy, if you want to fuck me – and I know you do – you're hurting yourself and you're hurting me, too, by not doing it! The impulse isn't wrong. Covering it up the way you've tried to cover it up is wrong. For both of us. Come on, Daddy. Trust me. Will you? Just one time?"

"What else can I trust?" he asked. Slowly we got up from the pass. I tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped him, and then we went up over the hill and down to the little hollow where the Bankses had their camp.

The four of them were sitting in the shade near the convened school bus when Daddy and I came down the slope to meet my friends. He'd spoken to them before, but it was time he learned who they were and, more important, where they were at. If he knew, maybe he could look at me and at himself with a more honest eye.

"Alan, Connie," I said, pulling on Daddy's hand. "Will you talk to my father? You don't have to keep anything back unless you want to. Just talk to him. Make him see that it's all right."

Connie nodded and I thought it was strange she didn't ask any questions. It was as if she could read my mind, and Daddy's. "Hello, Mr. Gifford," she said, offering him her hand. "Your name is Steve, isn't it?" He nodded. "Alan, darling," she said, turning to her husband, "I think it will require both of us." Alan got up with a smile. As he walked past me he gave me a little nod that filled me with hope, and one of his hands clasped my shoulder for just a second, but, oh, Lord, did it ever make me feel strong and sure.

They went off with Daddy, talking in low voices, and I sat down beside Dierdre and David. We were like brothers and sisters, it seemed after two days of being with them, and, more important, we were like best friends, too. Dierdre put her hand on my knee. Any other time, I'd have thrown myself at her and started doing fun things, but most of my attention was on my father and the Banks parents, where they stood talking about fifty yards away, in the shade of a graceful, ancient olin tree.

"Don't sweat it," Dierdre said, catching my eye and ear. "I mean, you're already seventy-five percent there, y'know?" I must have given her a strange look. She squeezed my knee lovingly, then said, "When you didn't come back, I sneaked up to take a look. I was afraid you might be in the middle of a knockdown drag out fight, or were maybe trying to drown yourself out of rage. You were pretty mad when you left here."

"So you saw?"

"Saw you on your knees. Definitely not fighting. Wow, Barbara. Was it the first time you ever came on with him? I got all weak in the knees watching – thought you were gonna choke on that overgrown cock he was feeding you. But you're my baby – came through like a champ. Mmnmmm, did you like it? The first time I made it with Daddykins, I thought I was going to come for a week. He'd been teaching me for a couple of years, you know, building me up to it showed me all about foreplay and arousal. God, I still remember the first time I blew him!"

"We all remember it," David grinned. "Especially Alan. She bit him in her excitement. If you look really close, he still has a little scar on his tool, courtesy of Fang, here."

Dierdre blushed. "Anyway, Barbara, he wasn't fighting you, and that's what matters. You've always had a thing about him, haven't you? I sorta guessed it when you and I and Daddy were up in the woods."

I nodded. "He has a thing about me, too," I confessed. "Do you know that the reason he's shoved me out of his life is because he's been afraid he'd attack me or something? He sees Mom in me, born again, and it scares him. I don't know if he wants her or me."

"It doesn't have to be an or thing," David put in. "I never knew your mother, but I suspect she was a very special lady. And I know you are. Let him find out. He'll want you for yourself if you just show him who you are."

"Maybe. Oh. They're coming back."

They were, and Daddy was walking straighter, his head thrown back, his arms swinging jauntily at his sides. Alan and Connie flanked him and, as they walked, I saw Daddy laugh at something Connie said to him. He hadn't laughed like that in a long time.

I stood up, nibbling my lip. Daddy's eyes locked in on mine, at twenty yards' distance, and it was like an electric shock passing from him to me. I gave a breathless squeal of glee and I saw him smile again, and I knew that everything had worked out right. For both of us.

I ran to meet him, and he grabbed me, swinging me round and round, my heels flying in the air. He put me down, but I didn't let go of him. "Hello, Daddy," I said, and I kissed him on the mouth. His lips were moist and I felt his tongue and our mouths just seemed to melt together.

"Hello, Barbie," he said. "Little Barbie-doll."

"I thought you didn't like being called Barbie," Connie said, off to the side.

I looked at her, blushing. "I do now," I said, running my hand up and down the front of Daddy's shirt.

"Tattle," he said, cupping my chin and turning my face back toward him. "I've talked to Alan and Connie. They told me a lot about themselves, about their children, about you. My God, have I been that cruel to you? Forcing you to go to strangers when you needed love?"

"It's over now, Daddy," I said. "I know where the love really comes from. Do you?"

He put his hand on my bikini bra and squeezed one hard conical little titty. I felt my nipple hardening inside the cup, and I ached to be nude, gleamy with a film of erotic sweat, my arms and legs open invitations to Daddy to have his way with me his way, and my way. I covered his hand, made him feel my tits, then worked his fingers inside the flimsy cup and treated him to the hardness of a Barbie-nipple. His eyes lit up when he touched the pink rigidity, and his fingers pinched sharply on the nubby point.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy," I said gleefully, forcing more of his hand into the bra cup. "Oh, let me take it off. I want you to see me. All of me. And I want to see all of you, too. Hurry, Daddy, hurry."

"Here?" he asked, looking to the side, where the Bankses stood watching, father with daughter, mother with son.

"We don't have any secrets, Daddy," I whispered, "And we have nothing to be ashamed of, you and me. Let's show them they're not the only ones who know how to be a real family."

I stepped back, barefoot in the cool moist grass, and I unhooked the buckle of my bra. I stood there a moment, teasing him with the promise of revelation, and then I ripped the bra away and threw it high into the air, keeping my arms up and my titties lifted high. Daddy looked at them lustfully, his mouth curling upward in a smile that showed teeth and the end of his tongue, and I could read the desire in his eyes.

"Do you think they're too small?" I asked, holding them from beneath. They didn't need any support. He knew it, and I knew it, and my nipples pointed straight at his watching eyes, little pink spears of erection. I flipped one with the tip of an index finger while I cupped my titties, and I felt a charge of passion and energy shoot through me. Daddy was breathing all heavy and raspy, a few feet away, and I was panting a little, myself. I let go of my boobs, hooked my thumbs in the elastic waistband of my bikini pants, and started to pull them slowly downward. Daddy hadn't seen me naked since I was very young, and I'd grown a little. I wanted him to know how much, and how sensually.

He gave a tiny gasp when I stepped out of the pants and faced him all golden and bare. I stood there proudly, like a pagan queen confronting her foes, but he was no foe.

His eyes drifted dawn me slowly, from heed to foot, and I saw his face redden. He'd spent too much time indoors making money, I decided. From now on, he'd get a lot more outdoor exercise. We had a big, private backyard at our house in Cleveland. Daddy and I could put that yard to goad use. I'd let him be on tap once in a while so he could get a fairly even tan.

He stopped in mid-gaze when he reached my loins. His eyes were glassy when he looked up at me. "You have your mother's body," he said wonderingly. "Almost a perfect duplicate." He came toward me, and one of his hands moved cautiously onto my pubes. For a moment he stroked the little fringe of silver blonde hair, and then he caressed downward, one finger on each side of my tight hairless slit. "Even here," he said. "She was as smooth as a baby, just that little wisp of fur I used to oh, God, I used to…"

"No, Daddy," I said firmly. "I may look like her, but I'm not Mother. I'm me, and I want you. Can't you want me for myself? I don't want to be a reflection, I want to be your Barbie, but my own kind of Barbie."

He cupped my cunt with his strong, large hand and he squeezed. I moaned, stood up on tiptoes, then came down into the grip of his loving fist. Moisture was leaking from me already, and I knew that we would make it, here, on the grass, in front of Alan and Connie and Dierdre and David, and that it would seal the new relationship my Daddy and I had discovered between ourselves.

I kissed him again, rubbed my naked and willing body against him, and his hands were all over me. If he had any lingering shyness, it was swiftly disappearing. Maybe he got the same good vibes from the Bankses that I had, maybe he knew that their presence on the scene would lend us comfort and assurance and our own dignity.

"Now you," I said. "Take off your clothes, Daddy. I want to see what I'm getting into," and I giggled at the inappropriate choice of words. "Getting into me," I corrected.

"May we help?" Connie Banks asked. "We've already been there, you know."

"It would be nice," Daddy and I said at the same moment.

Dierdre ran into the school bus and came out with a pair of blankets. She tossed one to David, who spread it out on the grass. Dierdre knelt and did the same. "Come here, please," she told Daddy. Connie shook his hand and walked with him to the offered blanket. Standing behind Daddy, she slipped him out of his jacket. Dierdre stood up and began to undo Daddy's shirt. In a moment he was naked, sandwiched between the two women, the mother and the daughter.

He had a good body, though it was too white. When he turned around to face me, I saw that his chest was thickly flossed with sandy gold hair. Body hair had never turned me on before, but, looking at Daddy, I felt lust stirring in my cunt with such ferocity that it literally scared me. I wanted to nuzzle in that fluffy looking hair, to run my tongue through it, to chew on his nipples, to lick my way down his belly, fighting hairs to get into his navel. I wanted to run my hands up and down his hairy legs and pull him into the welcoming gash of my pussy. Oh, God, it was going to work after all! The last doubt I had went fluttering out the window of my mind.

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!"

"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.

He shook his head. "I thought I would be, but I'm not. Look at them. Are they sorry? Do they feel guilty?"

Alan and Connie were fucking now, her legs up in the air as her man worked in and out of her juicy hot snatch. I knew what he was getting into, and I licked my lips, remembering the taste of her pussy.

David and Dierdre were still at it, but time was growing short for them. Even as I turned to watch them, David made a throaty groan and banged hard against his sister's ass. She flopped like a dying fish beneath him, screeching as the fire spread from her asshole to her cunt.

"No, Daddy, I don't think they have anything to feel guilty or sorry about. And neither do we. Right?"

"Right, Barbie-doll," he said, squeezing my tit. I snuggled against him and let my hand fall into his lap. How soon, I wondered could he get hard again and remind me that I had at last found a father, and a family.

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Ron Taylor
Two hot families