The breakfast-table conversation that Sunday morning was unusually non-existent. I could see that Lonnie was still upset with me, and my father appeared to be in deep thought. Mai tried to get things going, but saw that it was useless and concentrated, instead, on eating. I could tell she suspected that something had happened, but not in her wildest dreams could she accurately guess what it was. I searched my father's face to see if there was any reaction on his part, but other than not returning my gaze, he made it appear that nothing was wrong. I was powerless to do anything. All I could do was weather the storm.
After our very quiet breakfast, we all decided to leave the close confines of the house for the wide-open spaces of our backyard. Daddy and Lonnie spent most of the morning reclining in lawn chairs and reading the Times, while Mai and I halfheartedly tossed around a frisbee.
Nobody seemed to want to talk, and all questions or attempts at conversation with my father and Lonnie were met with one-word answers or simple grunts.
It was only when the frisbee sailed over my head and landed, unseen, in the bushes next door that Mai and I had a chance to talk out of earshot of the men. I quickly told her about the wonderful time that I had had the night before the dance with my father and then my first ass-fuck with Lonnie. I also mentioned the early-morning scenes with my father.
"Oh, that explains why everyone is acting so standoffish this morning. I don't know how your father feels, but I know last night was one of the-all-time-best sexual nights of my life. After you and Lonnie left, following your dance, your father was almost uncontrollable with passion. He just couldn't get enough of me. I truly loved every sucking and fucking moment. Now you've got me wondering if that dance with your daddy might have had a lot to do with it," Mai said, looking at me in a different light.
"Do you really think he might have been turned on by me last night?" I asked.
"Could be," she answered.
"Yeah, I guess it could go a long way in explaining what happened this morning. Now I just have to figure a good way to keep the momentum going. I definitely don't want to screw up what has already been accomplished in so short a time," I replied.
"I agree," Mai stated, "and if we play our cards right, today, we can continue to force the issue. As a matter of fact, Lana, I just might know a way we can keep your father on a sexual edge."
"Oh Mai, tell me," I pleaded, hardly able to control myself.
"Well, I don't have it entirely worked out yet, but if you follow my lead, something just might happen," she explained.
"You know me, Mai, I'm pretty quick on the uptake," I replied excitedly.
"By the way," Mai continued before we walked back to our yard, "don't worry about Lonnie. Once we get this virgin business out of the way and with a little persuasion from me, I'm sure he'll get over his broken heart."
We went back to throwing the frisbee when Mai, for the second time, glided the saucer over my head and into the bushes next door.
"One more thing," she said as she raced me to the toy, "just in case things happen very quickly, today, you might possibly be taking the chance of getting pregnant."
"Oh, Mai," I giggled, "I'd put myself in a life and death situation for a shot at this. If something does happen, we'll pray together."
"As long as you realize what you're doing," Mai replied, laughing right along with me.
We soon became tired of our frisbee game, and walked over to where Daddy and Lonnie were still absorbed in their newspaper. I tried again to start a conversation, but was rebuffed in my attempt. I looked at Mai with a helpless expression on my face. Instead of returning my look of frustration, she smiled and winked, then she startled everyone by leaping from her chair and running into the house. I had no idea what was on her mind. And I could see that the men were just as confused as I was.
It was fifteen minutes before she returned. She was carrying a tray that held a pitcher filled with liquid and four glasses.
"Bloody Mary time," she announced. "The perfect drink to end the Sunday-morning blues."
Almost immediately, after we all had a few sips, the atmosphere began to thaw. Although the conversation touched on harmless subjects and avoided sex, it was still better than not talking at all. In the space of one half-hour, the pitcher was empty, and Mai was on her way to get a refill. During the time we awaited her return, I caught Daddy staring at me with a far-off look in his eyes. It was almost as if he was dreaming with his eyes wide-open. When he saw that I was watching him watching me, he quickly turned away, his face flushed in what I figured could only be embarrassment. I couldn't help hoping that he was becoming as obsessed with making love to me as I was in having him make love to me.
Mai returned with the refill, and we soon put a substantial dent in that one, as well. The alcohol was rapidly having an effect on me, and by the action of the others, it appeared that they were also affected by the strong mix. We were all laughing and joking, and if nothing else was to happen for the rest of the day, it would still be considered a fun morning.
Mai, though, had other ideas. She grabbed the frisbee from the picnic table, and shouted that we girls would have no trouble keeping the plastic saucer from the 'grubby' hands of the men. I was able to jump from my chair a split-second before the men, and be in a position to receive Mai's perfect pass. Lonnie was in hot pursuit, but his dive was too late to upset my return pass to Mai. We were able to keep the gliding frisbee away from the men for nearly five minutes. Lonnie tackled me while Daddy brought down Mai.
It took a moment to realize that my brother was being abnormally rough on me. While keeping me pinned to the ground, waiting for Daddy to retrieve the disk from Mai, Lonnie reached beneath me and pinched my nipples while his other hand grabbed at my thighs and ass.
I squealed my disapproval, but, I'm sure that Daddy and Mai did not take notice due to their own gay combat. I was certain he was trying to punish me for my revealing admission of the night before. Since I was not going to get any help from Mai or my father, I was forced to manage my own escape. I reached between Lonnie's legs, felt for his heavy balls and, having found them, gave a very firm squeeze. He bellowed out in pain, allowing me to crawl clear of his wounded body. I headed straight for Mai and Daddy, thinking that I could be of help in rescuing my partner.
As I approached, I could see that Daddy was doing the same thing to Mai that Lonnie had been doing to me, only he was being much more gentle. Diving on his back, I immediately began tickling the expanse of skin below his ribs. My father was terribly ticklish and I was quickly rewarded for my efforts. Mai was able to sneak from beneath his convulsing body as I continued my torturous attack. I was hoping that Mai would be able to detain my recovering brother while I wrestled intimately with my father.
Mai knew exactly what was on my mind because she immediately went on the attack against my brother. Unfortunately, while I took the time to check out the other couple's progress, my father was able to reverse his defensive position to one of offense, and began giving me a taste of my own medicine. He started by finding my own ticklish areas and proceeded to give me an unmerciful going-over. My arms were kept immobile by one of his large hands and his weight, straddling my waist, kept me from moving away.
Tears were rolling down my face as my laughter was reaching a hysterical level. But even though I was caught up in my wild, convulsive laughter, I could still feel my father's tickling hand occasionally brush up against my breasts. At first I assumed it was accidental because of the way my body was thrashing to and fro, but even after he was in full control, the cheap feels continued. I knew that if I was not being tortured by laughter, I would have probably moaned with delight. I cursed myself for deciding to wear a bra that morning.
I was just reaching the point where I was about to wet my pants when everything caved in on top of me. Mai and Lonnie had decided to join our mound of flesh. Their combined weight had collapsed my father on top of me. I was just about to scream out with the pain I was expecting to feel when I realized that Daddy was bridging my body, allowing only a minimum of pressure to descend upon me. Everyone was laughing.
While lying on my back, with my daddy twisted above me, I experienced the sensation of a stray hand working its way down my stomach and toward my magic center. I had no idea whose it was, but I definitely had my hopes. It was a gentle hand, and it caressed my plump mound with a great deal of tenderness. My hips rose, practically on their own, in an invitation for the hand to continue its joy-giving work.
Being anonymous in our pile of bodies, I, too, began to let my hand wander in a quest to find the sensitive flesh between Daddy's legs. I struck out in the direction of where I thought his crotch might be, and was soon rewarded with the feel of a swollen penis clothed in jeans. I not only wanted to get my hand inside those jeans, but, also, have the hand playing in my crotch find its way inside mine. Unfortunately, everyone was too contorted to allow such a maneuver. I had to accept what I was getting… The only question that remained was whose hand was between my legs and whose legs was my hand between. It was just too difficult to determine cock size through the thick denim material. All I could do was give a little bit of pleasure in return for what I was so gladly receiving.
All too quickly the hand disappeared from my crotch, and everyone began shifting in an effort to get to their feet. I reluctantly withdrew my own hand, not wanting to cause undo embarrassment. I figured that once I was on my feet, I would check the crotches of both males to see if there might be the signs of a telltale bulge. Using my best furtive glance, I swept my eyes between the legs of the now-standing men. I saw immediately that my father was sporting a very obvious bulge. I thought that I was about to burst with happiness until I noticed that my brother also had a hardon framed by his jeans. The mystery would never be solved.
All four of us were perspiring heavily from our athletic exertions. We returned to the picnic table to refresh ourselves with the remainder of the Bloody Marys. Our clothes were severely grass-stained and disheveled from the rollicking contact. I knew that any minute I was going to be itching like crazy from the dirt and grass that had worked its way underneath my blouse and jeans. It was at this point that I noticed Mai was not with us at the table.
Evidently no one else had noticed either because the next sensation we were assaulted with was the feel of cold water being sprayed on our overheated bodies. It seemed Mai had found the garden hose and was giving us an impromptu shower. In a matter of seconds, our clothes were thoroughly soaked. The three of us leaped from the table, and fought our way through the powerful stream of water in the hope of wrestling the hose away from our torturer. Daddy reached her first, and successfully took it from her while Lonnie and I grabbed for her arms. We held her firmly between us, ignoring her pleas for mercy. Daddy took no mercy on her, though, and commenced giving her more than she gave. Now we were all drenched. We stood around and laughed at each other's water-logged appearance.
We were definitely a sight. Our jeans must have weighed twenty pounds, and our shirts and blouses were plastered to our bodies. Our hair hung limp on our faces, and we were beginning to realize how uncomfortable it was to be soaking-wet.
"Well, I don't know about any of you, but I'm going inside to change," Mai announced, heading off toward the house.
"No one is going into the house until they dry off. I don't want the rugs to get stained," Daddy called to her. "We'll just have to wait a few minutes and allow the sun to dry us a bit."
Mai turned around, and I could plainly see that her tits were visible beneath her blouse. She was not wearing a bra, and the soaked material made it look like she was dressed in plastic wrap. Surprisingly, it did not seem to bother my father that she was practically naked from the waist up. As far as Lonnie was concerned, he couldn't keep his eyes off those luscious tits. Even my brother's reaction didn't seem to bother my father.
"Oh, Bob, have a heart," Mai pleaded. "At least let me go into the kitchen and make another batch of Bloody Marys."
"We can wait a minute, Mai. Just give those jeans a while to drain," he commanded.
She gave my father an irritated look, but did not answer him back. For a few moments she stood half-way between the house and where we were, caught up in her own thoughts. Then, instead of returning to the table, Mai undid her jeans and quickly stepped away from them, leaving them crumpled on the lawn. The three of us watched in amazement as she turned away and marched toward the house.
Just like that night when Mai did her seductive striptease for Lonnie and I, she was wearing the skimpy G-string in place of her panties. From the rear, it looked like she wasn't wearing anything because the band was twisted deep inside the crack of her ass. No one said a word as the swaying buttocks disappeared inside the house. Eventually Daddy gave a "what can I do" shrug and returned to the table. Lonnie and I gaped in awe at the conduct of the brazen woman. The funny thing, though, was not that we were only in awe of Mai, but the cool way our father reacted to the display. And if that wasn't enough, before he sat down, he, too, removed his jeans and shirt. His underwear was also drenched and before he sat down, I was able to see his soft penis surrounded by the dark forest of his pubic hair.
I was just getting over the shock of the last few minutes when Mai returned with the third pitcher of refreshments. I had expected that she would have changed into dry clothes, but I was mistaken. If my father appeared naked in his undershorts, Mai was a true exhibitionist. Her stark, white pussy-covering was as soaked as my father's shorts, allowing her hairless mound to be completely visible. Once again, Daddy didn't react to Mai's dress, or, actually, lack of dress. Of course, his pecker was hidden under the table, and I couldn't tell if he was getting an erection. It was really his calm acceptance that amazed me.
"What are you two waiting for?" Mai asked as she filled up our empty glasses. "Do you want to catch pneumonia or something?"
I looked to Daddy to see if it was okay with him, but he just smiled and closed his eyes, letting the sun warm his face. Lonnie also looked in his direction for advice, but he, too, wasn't able to garner any response. There was nothing that I wanted to do more than stand naked in front of my father. After what happened that morning and his standoffishness that followed, I wanted to get his interest back as quickly as I could. I knew that my panties, being white, were going to be as transparent as Mai's. They were soaked through, not only by the water from the hose, but also by the juices that were induced while lying at the bottom of the human pile.
I removed my blouse, leaving my bra on. Since Mai was not wearing one, she kept her blouse on. I carefully spread it out on the cement of the patio before attacking the fasteners of my jeans. As I was taking them down, I turned shyly away from where the others were gathered, letting them see my ass, first. I thought I could feel my father's eyes on me, but wasn't sure until I turned around and walked back to the table. They were, and they were focused on the dark area of my slick pubic hair. In order to avoid appearing embarrassed, I only looked at Mai as I walked to the lounge chair to sit down. It was only then that I felt his gaze leave me. At that moment, I wished that Lonnie and Mai would go away. Unfortunately, that was not going to be the case.
My brother had already removed his shirt, but seemed to be hesitating before taking off his pants. When he finally did, I understood, immediately. His cock was straining against the thin confines of his jocket shorts, and he obviously didn't want Daddy to see his swollen condition. Daddy, though, again had his eyes closed, with that silly smile still decorating his face. Lonnie turned on his stomach in the lawn chair, hiding his delicious organ from view.