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.
