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.