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A Bride For The Whole Family
Chapter 1
Her naked body hissed between the sheets as she slid into
bed. It was a luxurious feeling, like hotel sheets always are,
cool, crisp and fresh, nearly crackling. She felt like purring as
she snuggled down, allowing the soft comfort to ease the tension
of the day's drive from her.
Fresh from the shower, glowing with a pampered warmth, she
rolled to the center of the king-size bed and languidly stretched.
A satisfied smile danced across her full lips as she once more
came alive. Carefully, she arranged the shoulder length strands
of light brunette hair in a fluffy cascade on the pillow, framing
the classical oval beauty of her face in a silken cloud of
softness.
As a last touch, she raised the sheet and let it slowly drift
down, moulding its whiteness to the supple contours of her
nakedness: a veil that completely hid the smooth pinkness of her
body, but a veil that went beyond the point of mere suggestion and
presented an alluring portrait of willing innocence.
Prepared, her eyes swept over the room, finally focusing on
the open door to a small bathroom. An impish glint played over
the misty green of her eyes and a pleased smile once more crept
back to her lips. She waited---waited for the man still busying
himself in the shower.
Michael Hightower; she let the name roll over in her mind,
quivering as shivery little thrills tingled their way through her.
He was a Michael, not a Mike. Mike was a name for a boy. Michael
Hightower was most definitely a man!
Mrs. Michael Hightower; she savored the feel of it, tingling
as new excitement washed over her. Diana Little, meet Diana
Hightower, she continued to mentally play with her new name.
She felt like a newlywed. Despite the fact that she and
Michael had lived together for the past semester at college, she
felt like a newlywed. She trembled anew, her body alive with the
excited warmth of anticipation. She was acting like some foolish
school girl and loved every moment of it!
The blasting water of the shower abruptly ceased and the curt
sound of metal rings sliding along the shower rod entered the
room, sending a vivid flush of eager gooseflesh running up her
spine. She listened as he pulled a towel free and briskly rubbed
himself dry.
She heard two steps, then he was there, standing in the
doorway, naked except for a small white towel wrapped hastily
around his waist.
"Hello, wife," he grinned, his eyes lit with self-assured
confidence.
Wife, lover, mistress or whore, any way you'll take me, she
thought as he brushed the rumpled mop of thick, black hair away
from his face and crossed the room. The towel and his brisk
stride gave him the air of a triumphant conqueror come to claim
his reward. Her eyes trained on the slit that opened in the terry
cloth, exposing a suntanned thigh as he stepped. She tried to
glimpse what lay beneath, although she already knew.
"Tired?" he smiled down at her from the side of the bed.
"Not that tired!" she returned the smile. "After all, this
is my wedding night!"
His wide grin was back, "Have I ever told you you're
beautiful?"
"Yes," her eyelids coyly fluttered down in mock modesty, then
opened wide, revealing two sparkling eyes of emerald green. "But
keep on doing it. I love it!"
She wasn't a beautiful woman, she knew that, but she was
attractive. The obvious attributes of her body were nothing out
of the ordinary when taken individually, but together, that was
another story. That she knew how to highlight what she had only
added to the enticing picture she presented to Michael's eyes.
"What's that ridiculous towel for?" she frowned up to her new
husband.
"Just following the advice of all those marriage manuals I've
read in preparation for this moment," he chuckled. "They all said
a man should never let a woman see his genital area on the first
night of their marriage. It might frighten her!"
"But ..." her hand reached up, grabbed the towel and tugged,
this is not our first night!"
It came free and fell to his feet. Her gleaming deep green
eyes homed in on the sleeping form of his cock. No, penis, she
corrected herself, when his cock naps it's a penis.
Small, almost bud-like, it nestled securely in the nest of
black pubic hairs thickly covering his groin. She had known men
whose cocks were always the same size, only growing hard as they
were aroused. But this penis would blossom into a long, unyielding
rod of a cock! That she could watch and feel its virile
metamorphosis made it that much better!
"... And I happen to love looking at you," her hand tenderly
crept up the inside of his thighs.
Long, cool and graceful, her fingers cupped around his
testicles and cock. He sighed, as the gentle caress stirred
swirling, pulsing life into his loins. Her fingertips lazily
circled the sensitive crown of his organ, eliciting soft moans of
pleasure from his lips.
Throbbing with pulsating surges of blood, he grew under her
gentle ministrations. She knew what she was handling and how to
handle it. Lovingly, her fingers glided up and down the growing
column in light fleeting strokes. Like a snake coming to life, it
jerked and twitched.
Engorged and alive, it bobbed upward, its head transforming
from bud-like smallness to a thick, plump-looking plum. Tube-
like, it stiffened, growing hard and erect. Still her dancing
fingers worked their taunting magic, teasing and titilating the
shaft as it grew.
When her hand eventually drifted between his open thighs to
find the dangling sac of his balls, he no longer sported a penis
but a cock! Long, hard, thick and swollen, it jutted from his
crotch at a forty-five degree angle. Its lust-gorged glans
twitched with fired arousal. A small drop of clear sexual oil
oozed from its small slitted mouth.
Her wide green eyes rolled up to him, no longer flickering
with girlish delight, but with the eager flames of a woman---a
woman that knew what she wanted! She smiled, recognizing the
desire that played in his eyes.
"I love your hands on me," he smiled back, moaning as an
inquisitive finger teasingly probed and swirled over his scrotum.
"So do I," she whispered, her pink tongue slicking her lips,
then her eyes returned to the cock she had brought to life.
For minutes, he stood there, letting her finger play at his
sac. He moaned as she toyed with his stirring balls. She
caressed them and taunted them. Her fingers rolled their weighty
shapes back and forth in the bag that held them.
Then her hand was back on his prick. She grasped his rod
tightly, squeezing its blood-filled thickness, as if testing the
fatness of its circumference. Up and down along the inflexible
length of his manhood, her clinging fist jerked until he groaned
and his knees threatened to give way.
Pulling her demanding hand from his cock, he reached down and
tucked his fingers beneath the top of the sheet covering her.
Slowly, he pulled the veiling whiteness downward, his eager eyes
hungrily devouring the nakedness he discovered.
Like firm half-melons, her tits jutted proudly up to him. He
delighted in the trembly little quaking that set them liquidly
juggling as she shivered in her excitement. Deep pink nipples,
surrounded by coral-blushed haloes, crested the lovely fleshy
mounds. As he gazed, the rubbery little buttons fattened and
thickened, as she anticipated what was to come.
Lower the sheet and his eyes drifted. Down over the
quivering sleekness of her belly with its deep sensuous navel the
cloth came, revealing a distinctive tangle of silky brown pubic
fur bushed over the plump rise of her sex. Quickly, with his own
eagerness growing, he pulled the rest of the sheet from her body,
unveiling two shapely legs that slowly spread open in an
announcement of her body's willingness.
"Beautiful," he whispered almost to himself.
A definitely pleased smile on her lips, she opened her arms
to him and he came, sitting on the side of the bed and leaning
over her. His hands were at the sides of her face, tenderly
brushing her cheeks and toying with the softness of her hair. In
silence, their eyes spoke the words of their love as they gazed at
each other for a few brief moments.
Leaning further down, his lips were on hers in a light,
brushing kiss. Waves of gooseflesh rippled over her as his chest
was on hers with a warm gentle pressure. The stiff tips of her
nipples tingled even harder and stabbed into the man above her.
Just soaking in the feel of him, her hands roved over his back,
reveling in the smoothness of his skin and the roll of his muscles
beneath.
His lips moved away for an instant, then he was back. His
tongue teased invitingly at her lips until they parted and his
oral digit entered the humid warmth of her mouth. Pressin his
weight harder against her yielding willingness, his tongue darted
around in the sweet harbor it had found. She welcomed him,
tightening her arms around his back and using her own tongue to
taunt over and around the invader swirling at the roof of her
mouth.
He withdrew and she followed. Probing toward his throat, her
tongue drilled eagerly into his mouth. Twirling and flicking, she
teased the growing glow of love-lust stirring within his body.
Then his teeth lightly clamped down on her swirling oral probe,
holding it securely. He sucked at its provocative softness until
she moaned and writhed with pleasure under him.
When he finally released the captive digit, his mouth left
hers and his tongue was flicking its way over her ear lobe. He
worked until he could feel the shivering trembles of her
excitement, then he let his teeth nibble for several moments.
Low moans rolled up from her throat as his lips moved down
the long graceful arch of her neck. Lightly kissing, he took
control of her body. A body he knew and had learned to arouse to
its fullest during their year together. He controlled and
affected her like no other man had been able to do. This was not
a man taking a virgin bride, but an expert lover having his woman,
giving and taking to please and be pleased.
His mouth drifting with tantalizing slowness toward the
waiting bulges of her breasts, he slid into the bed beside her,
delighting as she trembled along the length of his body.
Her hands were far from still. They roamed down his spine,
finding the cheeks of his ass. With titilating dexterity, her
fingertips taunted at his buttocks and the deep crease between the
tightening demiglobes. Like feathers of loving caress, she played,
forcing his ass muscles to draw up hard and ready.
His own hands were on her tits, sizing up the full
circumference of the enticing forms. Around the bountiful mounds
of flesh, his fingers circled, exciting in the summery warmth they
found. In spiralling fashion, his palms climbed the sloped curves
of her breasts.
Squirming under him, one of her hands left his ass and
clamped urgently around the shaft of man meat throbbing at his
groin, as his fingers reached out and tapped the hard nipples at
the crests of the two peaking tits. Squeezing him, her hand was
hot and demanding.
Suddenly his mouth dropped down, capturing one of the stiff
little buds. He sucked and pulled at the rubbery tip until she
moaned and her hand jerked at his pulsing pole of cock. Then his
teeth bit lightly into the button seized by his lips.
Fire flamed through the aching nipple, when his mouth
abruptly retreated and then attacked the sister button of flesh.
She groaned and quivered as her want for this man she now called
"husband" grew. She was his! His to do with as he pleased!
Harder and harder his lips sucked at the sexually burning bud
of her breast. Her back arched up, shoving the luxurious pillow
of her tit flesh into his face and licking as she moaned and
writhed under his ministrations.
Her whole body jolted as one of his hands left its firm hold
on her breasts and slid down over her stomach to grasp the far-
covered mound waiting between her spread thighs. Her lust-
inflamed pelvis twitched and pushed into his palm.
Firmly squeezing the fleshy mound of woman-sex, he easily
slid a finger into the wet warmth of her cunt. She twitched and
rotated the hungry lips of her pussy, trying to impale herself on
the taunting digit of his explorations---a wish he complied with
in a driving plunge that drilled his finger into the caressing
hole of her vagina.
Easily, his finger pumped in and out of the oil-slicked
channel, while he tickled another fingertip between the pouting
cleft of her outer lips. Upward the inquisitive digit taunted
along the wet crease of her snatch, to cajole the tiny bud of her
clitoris out from under its hood of skin. She groaned and
twitched as the dual sensations of his mouth at her tit and his
vigorously fucking fingers sent ardent waves of pleasure through
her body. Her hips hunched into his hands, caught in the rhythm
of his fingers. His control of her was complete. Her whole being
begged for him to open her with the thick, swollen shaft she
clutched in her hand.
"Now!" she moaned, tugging at the throbbing lance her body
pleaded for. "Now! Please! Give it to me now!"
Pulling his lips from her tit with a wet "pop," his mouth
once more was hers and his tongue was striving to slither into her
throat. Her legs spread even wider, opening to him as he rolled
atop her waiting nakedness. Each of his hands found and squeezed
the fleshy orbs that jutted up to him from her chest. She moaned
and squirmed under the sweet agony of his hands, while her own
hand still clutching the pulsing column of flesh between his
thighs, guided it between the outer lips of her labia. Thick and
engorged, the bulbous mass of his cockshead throbbed and jerked
within the soft confines of her slit.
Then, in an easy twitch of his pelvis, he slid his shaft into
the well-lubricated channel of her cunt. Deep, sinking to his
hilt, he glided into the moist clutchy folds of her vagina.
She grunted and quivered as he entered. Big, hard, and
swollen, his cock filled her to the brim. He jerked and pulsed
with virile life that packed the tunnel of her sex. Her hand
slipped from his crotch and returned to join its sister, clinging
to the hard mounds of his buttocks.
"Fuck me!" she whispered-moaned, pulling her mouth from his.
"Fuck me hard, my husband!"
Releasing his holds on her tits, he raised himself on his
elbows, smiling down with pleasure at the woman---his wife---who
lay beneath him. The stiff nipples of her breasts still stabbed
into his chest, as she writhed languidly under the deep impalement
of his sex.
Responding to her desires, his hips whipped back, wrenching
the thick column of his cock from the clinging velvet channel of
her belly. Then he slammed himself forward, drilling full length
into the loving saddle of lust he rode.
She groaned and her head rolled wantonly on her shoulders as
she accepted and welcomed the hard rod of stiff meat cramming back
inside her. He pulled out again and she moaned as the lust-filled
head of his prick strained the walls of her pussy in its exit. He
plunged once again.
The sudden invasion drew a sharp cry of delight from her
lips. The tight, young muscles of her cunt contracted into a
sheath of squeezing delight, surrounding his lusty stalk of
manliness. His hips jerked upward, then lunged down again,
burying the hard rod of flesh deeper into her yielding cunt.
Her hands dug into his ass, her nails biting his flesh with
aroused need. As he pumped and poled into the core of her quick,
she urged him on, pulling him hard with each downstroke of his
groin. Her legs crossed around his, locking him to her in the
rising desperation of her desire.
Long, hard and big, he shafted into the spongy mouth of her
belly. She groaned and writhed under the constant skewering lance
that opened and reopened her. She clutched him and begged and
pleaded for more.
Harder, his cock drilled into the warm caressing recesses of
her cunt, trying to nail her to the bed beneath their bodies. She
squirmed and quivered under him, the satin pillows of her tits
rolling against his chest and the erect, firm nipples digging into
his flesh.
Her ass swished and hissed over the sheet as her hips took up
the rhythm of his fucking. As he lunged down, her pelvis leaped
up and greeted his swollen rod, helping it to plow even deeper
into the grateful channel of her unabandoned lust. She squeezed
and held him in the depths of her pussy for a brief instant.
Then he jerked out, wrenching the filling thickness of his
presence from her. In turn, her hips dropped back to the bed,
then jumped forth once more to envelop his bigness as it
penetrated her body.
She no longer groaned, but grunted with each pounding impact
of his loins against her eager cuntal mound. Her body was jolted
time and again, as he pumped his stiff mass into her with reckless
abandon.
Suddenly, he dropped full weight to her body, his chest
smashing into her tits, pancaking their roundness beneath him.
His hands slid under her, grasping the perk curves of her ass and
jerking them upward to increase the angle of his driving plunges.
She groaned as he speared closer and closer to her soul. Her
hands anchored firmly into his ass and she pulled even harder as
he lunged, as if trying to take him into her, balls and all. She
twisted and squirmed with soaring pleasure under the battering
attack of his loins.
Together they rose in a fervor of erotic delirium. They
strove to reach new levels of ecstasy. Pounding, groaning,
aching, and grunting, they drove into and accepted each other,
attempting to take every ounce of pleasure each offered.
Higher and higher she soared. Her thighs throbbed and
pounded with the growing agony of near release. Aching, writhing,
and groaning, she was caught up in an imploding universe of lust--
-a lust that consumed her in tidal wave after tidal wave of soul-
rendering passion.
Simultaneously, his balls boiled with the fire of desire and
up from the aching depths of his testicles a molten flow raced
through his throbbing and pulsing cock. He erupted, spewing the
thick fountain of his lust into her belly. Hunching deep into her
cunt, he emptied himself of seemingly gallons of hot come that
splattered and coated the contracting folds of her pussy until the
flood of sperm and semen overflowed the well of her sex and oozed
out around his thickness.
Their desperate, wanton lust expended, they clutched each
other in loving caresses. Their grateful bodies heaved and
trembled in the wake of their passion. With tender love, their
mouths met and kissed in silent "thank you" for the pleasure
shared.
Chapter 2
Diana felt anticipation growing within her as Michael wheeled
their small, fully packed MGB down the narrow road. Outside, the
moss-laden cypresses of the bayou country blurred by. She reached
out and lovingly squeezed her husband's thigh. He glanced at her,
smiled, then returned his eyes to the winding road.
Michael had been uneasy about this visit to his parents home,
afraid she would be offended by the interruption of their
honeymoon, which would eventually end up in Mexico City for a
week, before Michael took over a position in a small Houston
advertising firm.
But the trip was necessary, she had assured him. He had some
money tied up in a trust, which was now needed to buy in as a
partner of the firm. The business deal was too important to pass
by! And besides, she was looking forward to meeting the Hightower
family.
"Hold on and watch out for 'gators," Michael cut into her
thoughts, as he turned off the highway onto a small asphalt road.
"It's about five miles up this way."
Diana slipped the clasp from her purse and retrieved the
needed brush and lipstick to prepare herself for her first
encounter with her new in-laws.
"Don't worry," Michael threw her a broad grin. "You're
beautiful ... as always."
She chuckled, "I love you, too. But first impression and
best foot forward, you know."
"No problem. They'll love you," he assured her. "I just
hope you'll like...."
"Relax, I know I'll like them," she broke in, as she
straightened her clothing and pressed the wrinkles from her skirt
with her palms. "Especially if they're anything like you."
"I give up. A woman in love is blind," he grinned and
shrugged his shoulders. "Just remember, the Hightowers are a bit
eccentric."
"I'll remember," she grimmaced. "You make it sound as if I
was walking into some grisly scene straight out of a Gothic
novel."
"It's not quite that bad ..." he laughed, "... but the
Hightower family is just a little bit different and somewhat
weird."
"You can't scare me off now, Michael Hightower!" she returned
in mock anger. "I've read all those tales of werewolves and
vampires. And I've come equipped with a silver bullet and wooden
stake!"
His laughter increased, "Okay! You win! No more!"
Then he continued, carrying her joke a step further, "Just
remember, Grandma sacrifices virgins at midnight every night in
the basement!"
"Virgins, hmmmmm?" she slid her hand up to the crotch of his
jeans and allowed her fingers to tease along the sleeping bulge of
his cock. "No worry there for me, is there!"
"You keep that up, woman, and I'll have to pull over to the
side-of the road and rape your young body!" he grinned, easing her
tempting fingers away.
"Promises, promises," she sighed, a wistful look in her eyes.
"Patience, my dear," he answered in a Bela Lugosi imitation,
"ven night come, so vill you!"
Suddenly, she scooted to the edge of her seat and leaned
over. Her teeth lightly nipped at his neck and she sucked loudly.
"I vant to suck your co ..." she started.
"Greedy, bitch!" his palm slapped sharply on the exposed
cheek of her skirt-covered rump.
"Ouch!" she whelped, pouting as she withdrew back into her
seat.
He grinned at her, "On your best behavior, wench; we're
here."
Before them on the road, which apparently was nothing more
than one hell of a long driveway, stood a massive stone wall. A
wrought iron gate, complete with arch and a swirling Old English
"H" in an intricate circle, was open. Slowing down, Michael eased
the sports car through the narrow passage. No longer was the
surrounding country the tangled jungle of bayou undergrowth, but a
plush carpet of green grass. No, she decided, lawn was more like
it, well-manicured with landscaped shrubs growing around towering
magnolia trees.
"Welcome to the Hightower Estate," Michael waved one of his
hands to scene stretched before them.
"Michael, you didn't tell me ... it's beautiful," she
exclaimed with obvious delight.
"Up ahead is the Hightower home." he smiled pleased with her
reaction.
"Home? Mansion is more like it!" She stared at the white
brick, two-story house set back among the flowering trees.
"This is an old plantation my father found and restored
several years ago," her husband explained. "He liked the isolation
it offered."
The road widened into a circular driveway that led to the
front of the Hightower mansion. Michael wheeled around and before
the immense structure.
The place is authentic, just like the Old South," he
continued. "Like it?"
"Like it? It's fantastic" she muttered, somewhat in shock by
the unexpected mansion.
She found herself mumbling dumbfoundedly, "Michael, why
didn't you tell me that...."
"That my family has some money?" he smiled.
She nodded, unable to find the appropriate words.
"It didn't seem to matter ... with you," he leaned over and
tenderly kissed her. "Does it?"
"No, you big, beautiful idiot!" she grinned, throwing her
arms around his neck and planting a loud wet kiss on his lips.
"No, it didn't matter. But please don't mind if I'm excited as
hell about it! Not to mention nervous!"
"Nervous?" he grinned. "Don't worry. They'll love you!"
"But?"
"But nothing. The Hightowers may be a tad bit strange, but
we really live rather simple," he reassured her. "That's what
money's all about. It lets you live in the style you want."
She shook her head, still unbelieving, and started to speak,
but Michael announced, "Here they come. Time to meet your in-
laws."
She glanced to the house and saw a man walking briskly toward
the car. With a last few brushes at her skirt, Diana took a deep
breath, opened the door and slid out. The man, a wide grin on his
face, was at Michael's side, behind them she glimpsed a feminine
figure stepping from the house.
"Father, my wife, Diana," Michael beamed. "Diana, meet
Michael Hightower, Number One."
She knew a surprised look was plastered stupidly across her
face, but it couldn't be helped. Her father-in-law's resemblance
to his son, her husband, was unbelievable. He was identical to
Michael, except for a slightly older-looking face and a few
strands of grey hair salting the area around his temples. The
elder Hightower even wore blue-jeans and a pullover in the fashion
of his son. Had she not known that he was nearing fifty, she
would have guessed his age to be no more than in the mid-thirties.
"She's beautiful, Michael," he grinned, dropping a hand he
had proferred as a greeting. "Handshakes are for men. I prefer a
healthy hug for beautiful women ... that is if you don't object."
Smiling, she shook her head in the negative and opened her
arms. The hug was no more than a quick friendly squeeze. Still
somewhat stunned by the father and son resemblance, she mumbled
something about being pleased at the warm greeting and found her
"Mr. Hightower" immediately corrected to "Michael One," if having
two Michaels around confused her.
"Diana, welcome," a flurry of a woman form pushed around the
older Hightower and she was getting another warm hug and a quick
womanly kiss on the cheek. "We're all so happy."
"My wife, Lorraine," her father-in-law made the introduction.
Diana found herself mentally knocked for another loop, when
she was finally released from the hug and got a good look at her
new mother-in-law. Lorraine was a beautiful woman. Not only
beautiful, but she didn't look a day over twenty-five. She was
dressed in a loost-fitting silk caftan, but the light afternoon
breeze pressed the thin fabric against her body, revealing the
curves of an equally young woman.
Dear old Dad likes 'em sweet and tender, she mentally noted,
remembering Michael's words about his family being "a little
different."
Jolt three came when Lorraine introduced her two children,
jerking the rug out from under Diana's twenty-five year old
theory. First there was Paula---eighteen and sharing her mother's
blonde, flowing hair and shapely figure. And at sixteen and a
full six feet, was Bryan. Brushing the reddish-blonde mat of long
hair from his face, he offered Diana a handshake in greeting. Her
first impression of him as a young athlete was reinforced by the
strength of his grip.
Michael had told her of his father's re-marriage after his
wife's death five years ago, but this bordered on the
unbelievable. Lorraine looked so young, but here were her
children by a previous marriage. And they were in their late
teens. Hell, Diana thought, I'm only twenty-one and Michael's
just twenty-two.
"This is my sister, Katherine," her husband introduced the
final member of the Hightower family.
"Kate, to friends and family," the young black-haired girl
insisted, giving Diana another friendly hug.
Michael's true sister, Diana knew, was seventeen. And she
realized the good looks of the Hightowers weren't reserved for the
men, as she gazed at the young girl.
"My other son, Jim, hasn't arrived home from school yet," the
elder Michael Hightower spoke. "We expect him in by Sunday.
Which will give you a chance to meet him before you two have to
leave."
She nodded, then allowed her father-in-law to escort her into
the Hightower "home." If the immense house appeared to be a
mansion on the outside, it did doubly so within. A great
sweeping, curved stairway leading to the upper floor stood at the
back of the entry hall. And everywhere was highly polished wood
paneling. She only glimpsed the other rooms, as Lorraine took
over and led her and Michael upstairs to their room to freshen up
before dinner. Their room looked like something out of Gone With
The Wind and Diana raced across the room to fly bouncing on the
over-sized four-poster bed as soon as Lorraine departed,
announcing dinner would be ready in an hour or so.
"It's beautiful and they're nice," she grinned up from the
bed, still feeling the jostling mattress beneath her.
"I'm glad," Michael said, climbing in beside her. "I was
worried."
"I know," she whispered, cradling his head and kissing him
with soft warmth.
His arms encircled her, pulling her close. Their tongues
played around, exploring the warm wetness of their mouths for
moments, gradually increasing the urgency of their embrace and
sparking flames and lighting fires.
She wiggled and squirmed even closer, so that her body was
pressed firmly down the front of him. Even through their clothes,
she could detect the growing bulge at his crotch. She rolled her
thigh over the hardening length, suggestively. He moaned, pulling
her hard to him, his hands roaming over her back.
"I seem to remember a certain vampire out front and a certain
lewd proposal," he whispered as he nibbled her ear when they
parted.
"You are under my power," she whispered, picking up the
Transylvanian accent they had used earlier. "You vill do as I
say."
"I will do as you say," he laughed, playfully hugging her
close, and once more kissing her long and hard, leaving them both
fully aroused when they parted.
"Well, do as I say then!" she chided. "Get those clothes
off. 'Cause, boy have I got some unusual vampiric techniques to
show you!"
"A little snack before dinner?" he smiled as he hastily
stripped.
"You might say that!" her eyes sparkled, as they focused in
on the jutting, jerking pole of cock throbbing hard and rigid from
his groin. "Now sit on the side of the bed."
He did as she said, enjoying the view as she slipped free of
her blouse and her pleated skirt. Next came the "blushing pink"
bra and matching bikini panties. Naked, she came toward him, her
green eyes trained on him like those of a cat hypnotizing its prey
before it pounced. Her uptilted tits swayed in a delightful
little dance, moved by the exaggerated movement of her hips. His
balls tightened familiarly and his stiff rod jerked and twitched
with anticipation.
A foot before him, she stopped, posing momentarily, letting
her hands briefly cup the firm globes of her breasts, then slide
seductively down the sleek curves of her sides and hips. Once
again he felt lust grab his testicles in a taut grip of desire.
Locking his eyes to hers, she slowly lowered herself before
him, kneeling on the floor. His legs parted and she moved
forward, taking advantage of his positioning on the side of the
bed.
She glanced down to his crotch and studied the thick pole
shafting out toward her face---and mouth! Gently, with loving
care, she reached out and tenderly ran her fingertips down its
unbending length. It throbbed and pulsed with virile life beneath
her touch. A single drop of crystal clear preseminal fluid welled
from its tiny pinprick mouth.
Her emerald eyes rolled back up to him, as if saying "I see
what is being offered and I like it." Her naturally blushed lips
were caught in an elfin smile of mischief. Her pink tongue
flicked wetly from behind her lips and gleaming white teeth. Then
her eyes descended back to the swollen pole standing hard and
proud at his crotch. Her fingers once more stroked its strained
length and she watched it jerk and pulse with growing excitement.
As he watched from his bedside perch, she reached up and
pulled his lust-ladened cock downward until it jutted at a ninety
degree angle from his groin. Her eyes titled back up to him and
she smiled once more, before returning to a demonstration of her
"techniques."
He reveled in the sight of the woman kneeling on the floor
before his cock. On her knees, as if she were worshipping the
thick slab of dick he sported.
His positioning allowed him full view as her wet pink tongue
curled out from behind her lips. He watched as its glistening tip
extended closer and closer. Then with a light, feathery touch,
she tapped the mouth of his sex. Electricity sizzled through his
loins, as she captured the clear drop of sexual oil oozing from
his glans.
Her tongue returned to her mouth and with it the juices she
had stolen from his organ. He watched as she rolled the drop in
her mouth, savoring it and then swallowing. Her tongue, as if she
was satisfied with the taste of him, was back, swirling and
washing over the sensitive softness of his engorged cock head.
The reddening glans of his prick were left glistening and wet with
a wake of her saliva.
Her attention then turned to the underside of his throbbing
rod. Languorously, her teasing oral digit ran its sweet moist tip
along the rough ridge of skin emerging from the black bush of his
pubic hairs to the wrinkled folds surrounding the fattened head of
his cock.
As if she were a child slowly playing with a candy stick, her
tongue lapped at him, sending quakes of fantastic pleasure flowing
up from his groin and through his body. His balls ached, drawing
tightly within their taut sac. His bone-hard shaft pounded with
excitement, as blood throbbed at an increased rate through its
swollen length.
He moaned as her teeth clamped lightly down on his bigness.
Up and down the fleshy wand of delight she nibbled, while her
marvelously soft and warm tongue continued its teasing, flicking
dance. Mounting to his cock's crown once again, she pulled away
for an instant, then leaned forward to nibble and lick at the
plum-like head of his man-shaft.
He groaned and quivered under the swirling sensations that
raced up from his loins. He ached and hurt to have her mouth.
But still she lightly nibbled, driving him to the region where
pleasure and pain mingle in a confusing mixture that flamed him to
sheer animal lust.
Once again, she abruptly pulled off his cock and stared at
its throbbing, gorged crown. As he watched, her lips formed a
tightly puckered, lubricious "O" and she moved in. Forward her
head tilted, her lips kissing his glans, then opening to sheath
their bulbous form in the humid shelter of her mouth.
She paused and he watched her swallow and breathe deeply
through her nose. Then in one swooping, fluid motion, she took
him. Full length, she swallowed up the thick pulsing cock,
burying her nose in the dark hair at the base of his prick.
He groaned and shuttered under the fantastic sensation of
being fully entrenched in her face. Warm and liquid, her mouth
surrounded him. His glans jerked and throbbed against the back of
her throat.
Then with ball-aching slowness, she eased her edacious mouth
off the ponderous mass of manmeat she had captured. Inch by
micro-inch she slipped her pouted lips from his cock, until only
the constantly throbbing glans remained in her mouth. Then she
sucked, forcing even more blood into the already agitated head.
She sucked as he groaned, almost begging for release from this
torture of delicious pleasure. She sucked, fully demonstrating
the "techniques" she had promised.
Then she abruptly threw herself forward, impaling her face on
the hardness of his swollen lance of manbood. He banged into the
back of her mouth and felt himself slide down her wonderfully
welcoming throat, driving toward her tonsils. In an equally
abrupt manner, she jerked back. Her taut lips clung to the thick
cylinder of cock she was now truly worshipping, sucking along the
whole length of the rock-hard rod.
Again and again, she repeated the violent fucking of her
face, as he watched with delighted amazement. Her cheeks bulged
outward under each self-inflicted invasion of his sex. They
hollowed deeply as she pulled off his prick, with her tongue
constantly swirling and twirling around the swollen circumference.
He groaned and moaned as she worked her oral magic on him.
His body was wracked by blast after blast of lashing sensations.
His balls were on fire, threatening to crack from the flaming heat
that consumed them.
As the fiery orb of lust moved up from his testicles, pushing
its way into the rock-hard shaft of his cock, he reached down and
grasped her head, holding her famly impaled on his lustshaft.
Then he relaxed and let the demanding waves of desire take
his control and his body. Opalescent jets of burning come seered
through his length, exploding out into the chalice of her mouth.
Helpless in his violent release, he could but watch her voracious
mouth work on the juices spilling forth from his groin. Her
throat bobbed and twitched as she eagerly accepted and swallowed
each thick gush of sperm and semen he had to offer.
Throbbing and aching, he moaned as he was wracked by spurt
after spurt of pleasure. His hands slipped weakly from her head,
and her mouth slid back to the nut-like tip of his penis. Again
she sucked. Her tongue and lips milked every spasmodic twitch
still controlling his cock. She sucked, taking every drop that
oozed from him. She sucked, eating and swallowing the last trace
of his release, then sucked some more as if hoping to find one
last morsel for her predatory mouth.
As the marvelous pleasure of her tongue and lips threatened
to turn to pain, she pulled her head away from him and once more
rolled the deep green of her eyes upward and smiled. Gratefully,
he cupped her face in his hands and leaned over and kissed her.
"Now," he whispered when their lips drifted apart, "I have
some techniques of my own to demonstrate."
Without the slightest bit of urging, she clambered to the
bed, moaning in fully aroused excitement as his tongue proceeded
to sample the juices of her cunt. And within a very short time,
she was crying out in pleasure as his mouth sent her soaring to
the heights she had taken him.
Chapter 3
Dinner war simple and formal, which Diana soon learned that
in Hightower terms meant everyone put on clean jeans and ate
hamburgers. Afterwards, Lorraine spirited Diana away from the
rest for a lengthy tour of the mansion's twenty-five rooms, all of
which were in use.
When they returned to the rest of the family, all had
gathered in a spacious den and were sharing the latest tales of
their lives as well as a glass of wine. Watching as she entered
Diana was struck by the closeness of the family. At least on the
surface, there seemed to be none of the normal bickerings that
would be constantly occurring in any other family of this size.
All in all, they seemed to be one large group of old friends.
Michael was the first to notice their return. He rose and
smiled.
"Well, how did it go?" he asked pouring two new glasses of
wine and carrying it to them.
"Impressive," Diana replied in a genuine assessment of the
Hightower homestead. "It's completely fantastic!"
Michael nodded as his father grinned, pleased with her
reaction.
"There's a long history to this old place," the head of the
Hightower family began, as Michael directed Diana to a place
beside him on a cozy over-stuffed sofa. "In the anti-bellum days,
this was built by a French family by the name of Duvalle and was a
main base for smuggling slaves to the free states."
"You can still see the remains of some underground vaults
they hid escaping slaves in until they could manage passage
north," Michael interjected. "There's some out back I can show
you if you're interested."
Diana nodded and listened as her father-in-law went on, once
again struck by the great resemblance of the two men.
"Michael's right, this place has several quirks which make it
interesting. But back to the Duvalles. It seems just prior to
the Civil War, there was a family split at which time one half of
the family turned in the other half for their slave-oriented
activities. The locals hereabouts had a quick kangaroo trial and
a mass hanging of Duvalles down at the parish courthouse. The
remaining half of the family apparently moved down to New Orleans
where they dropped the "e" on their name. I noticed in the papers
three months back where several 'Duvalls' had been arrested by the
Police for some involvement in a ritual style slaying."
"Not your basic friendly types," Diana commented as she
listened to her father-in-law, amazed by the similarity between
his and Michael's voice.
The elder Hightower went on and explained how the house was
taken over by carpetbaggers after the war and then went through a
series of owners, who left it in the state of ruin he had found it
in. He explained how twenty years ago he had rebuilt the mansion.
As he continued Diana realized that had she not been looking
at the older man, she would not have been able to tell his voice
from that of her husband's.
With a little questioning, Diana learned that the Hightower
family was not Southern but had come from New England, where they
still owned partial interest in a shipping firm.
The conversation then turned to her and Michael and their
plans. Not to mention several glasses of wine. By ten, the day's
drive and the soothing effects of the drinks had left Diana drowsy
and she excused herself. Michael remained in the den, explaining
Lorraine wanted to show him some additions to the house before he
retired.
Upstairs, she quickly slipped from her slacks and showered,
letting the full force of the streaming water work over her naked
body like tiny massaging fingers. Feeling somewhat refreshed, she
stepped from her bath and toweled dry.
Deciding she wasn't as tired as she originally had thought,
she pulled a paperback from her suitcase. Bouncing down into the
softness of the bed, she attempted to force herself into the
storyline of the novel, but a decided chill to the room kept her
mind from the words.
Admitting to herself she'd have to give up the freedom of
nudity in favor of warmth, she rose from the downy softness of the
bed and crossed the room to retrieve a robe from the closet.
Selecting a thin, suggestive nylon piece that would fire Michael's
interest on his return, she pulled it from its hanger and slipped
into the flimsy, but warming garment.
A soft glow of light radiating from the back of the closet
caught her eyes. Shoving the hanging clothes aside, Diana studied
what appeared to be a wide crack separating the large panels at
the rear of the closet, the faint glow seeping through the
opening. Puzzled, she reached out. As her fingertips touched the
slightly disjarred panel, it swung back. Behind it was a narrow
corridor, opening in both directions behind the wall.
Her father-in-law's description of the mansion "having
several quirks" flashed through her mind as she stepped into the
closet for a closer examination of the discovery. Ducking her
head through the aperature, she peered down the passage. Only
darkness met her eyes to the right, but to the left, the corridor
took a sharp ninety degree turn. The glow that had first drawn
her attention seemed to brighten some around the dog leg.
Secret panels and a secret passage, the whole concept
intrigued her. And as she pulled a lamp from one of the end
tables by the bed and plugged it into a wall socket near the
closet, she realized why the heroines in all those Gothic
adventures never faltered in exploring such discoveries---plain,
simple curiosity.
That same curiosity now took hold of her. However, she
wasn't about to make the same foolish mistakes ineptly made by the
dumb broads of the late night movies. Placing the lamp on the
floor of the closet, she switched it on. It would serve as a
beacon to guide her return, if the glow should suddenly disappear.
As an extra precaution, she firmly lodged one of Michael's shoes
across the threshold of the secret doorway to act as a wedge
should the panel somehow decide to close itself, or should someone
else come to the same conclusion.
Then she slipped into the passage.
She tingled with the excitement of the situation as she moved
down the narrow corridor. Her steps were slow and deliberate,
doing her best to proceed in silence. The scenes of a thousand
screen thrillers flashed through her mind with every step she
took.
Her eyes darted from side to side examining her confining
surroundings. If this were a secret passage, it certainly didn't
fit the normal description given to one by writers, she noted as
she grew closer to the turn in the corridor and the dim glow.
There were no cobwebs and interspaced on the ceiling every twenty
feet or so, she could detect light bulbs, although none of these
were lit at the moment.
Gingerly, she felt her way down the fifty feet from the
closet and rounded the corner. There she found the passage opened
into a small nook. Side by side in the limited space of the cubby
hole area were six folding chairs, facing the curtain-covered wall
where she stood. The glow, which lit the room in a dusk-like
quality, suffused out from behind the edges of the drapery. On
the far side of the chair-filled room, the passage began again.
However, to continue only offered darkness.
All in all she found her discovery rather anti-climatic---a
conclusion that was short-lived as she tucked her fingers between
the heavy drapery and parted the cloth slightly for a peek at what
lay on the other side.
The other side was a huge glass window!
And beyond the transparent barrier was a spacious bedroom
containing a bed that could have been a sister to the one in her
room. She then saw the occupants of the strangely windowed room--
-Paula and Kate.
The stepsisters stood at the side of the bed nearest the
glass. They were dressed only in panties and bras. The remainder
of their clothing was strewn on the floor at their feet.
As Diana watched, confused by the unexpected sight, the two
young girls stepped to each other. Their hands reached and touched
for a brief instant. They smiled and spoke, but Diana was unable
to hear what was said. But when they suddenly embraced in an
open-mouth kiss, their arms wrapping around each other tightly,
there was no doubt in her mind as to what had been the substance
of their brief exchange.
Diana found herself mesmerized by the alluring beauty of the
young, half-clad bodies pressed together in voluptuous pleasure.
Unexplainable shivers coursed through her as she watched their
still forming breasts press against their near nakedness; the
whiteness of their flesh attempting to spill out over the
confining cups of their bras.
Their lips worked together. She felt a dampness welling
within her as she detected the flurried pinkness of their
exploring tongues dance back and forth into their mouths, probing
and teasing each other.
Unable to withdraw from her voyeur's position, she stared as
their hands slowly roved over the gentle curves of the backs,
slipping along the slopes of their spines to the pert roundness of
their asses. Their fingers toyed and played, ducking under the
elastic of their panties to soothingly caress the tantalizing
cushions of their hindcheeks.
As she watched, the blonde-haired Paula stepped away from the
embrace. Her arms reached behind her back and easily unclasped
the tiny hooks holding her bra. The white garment fell away to
join the rest of the clothes on the floor. Her tits, young and
firm, did a bouncy little dance, eventually standing from her
chest like two proud cones of beckoning delight.
While the black-headed Kate at her side and Diana, from her
position behind the glass, gazed with admiring eyes, the slim
blonde tucked her fingers under the band of her panties and slowly
wiggled the nylon briefs downward, over the youthful curve of her
shapely hips and an equally shapely pair of sleek, supple legs.
Holding her hands out, she summoned the younger girl to her
and their mouths joined once again. This time Kate's slim,
graceful fingers were given full rein to her partner's body.
Lightly her fingers fondled the smooth texture surface of the
unblemished skin. Downward they traveled once again finding the
tempting slopes of jutting rear mounds.
She grasped, her hands squeezing into the softness of the
other girl's ass with almost brutal force. Heated, red ass flesh
squinched up between her fingers as she kneaded the plump curves.
Over and over, her eager hands squeezed and moulded tightly into
the pliant cushions.
Then her fingers were moving again---moving toward the deep
crease separating the firm buttocks. Taunting, her fingertips
toyed up and down the dark, tight-pressed line. The naked girl
pressed against the body of her manipulator, trembling and
tightening her hold on the dark-haired beauty that teased excited
thrills at her bottom. The naked cones of her tits pushed hard
against her feminine lover, their firm shape flattening to balls
of resilient flesh.
Still exploring, the titillating fingers delved into the dark
crease. In determined fashion they twirled and tickled, then
there was a sharp plunge.
The naked blonde jerked rigid. Her mouth wrenched away from
her partner's. With urgency, she pressed against the girl before
her as if trying to mount her. Her red young lips parted in a
silent moan of lust-pleasure as the still clothed girl's finger
penetrated into the tight confines of her anal mouth. She clung to
the black-haired girl as the spearing digit began to pump in and
out of her asshole.
Faster and faster the finger of the younger girl lunged into
the tight rectal pocket of her partner's rear. In penis-imitating
fashion, she worked her attack. In and out she drilled into the
volcanic fire of the squeezing hole. Out and in, her finger
speared toward the back recesses of the ass she now possessed.
The long strands of blonde hair flew like a furious mist of
gold, as the older youth received every lancing impact of the
finger-fucking she was getting. Her head rolled on her shoulders
in wanton abandon. Her mouth was open in a constant groan of
growing lust.
In an almost subtle movement, the dark-haired girl slipped
her free hand from the ass it held and slid it around to the soft
blonde pubic moss covering the exposed cunt that was open to her.
With little or no difficulty, she tickled a finger upward into the
waiting lips of the hungry pussy before her. Matching the rhythm
of her poling finger in the rear, she plowed into the silken, wet
vagina with her newly entrenched finger.
Doubly impaled and doubly fucked, the blonde's body was one
quake of trembling flesh. Her body rolled and ground into the
girl manipulating her desire. Her conical tits rolled against the
still partially clothed girl. Her body glistened with excited
perspiration. Her hands clutched desperately at the girl's back,
nails biting into the whiteness of young flesh.
Her hips bucked back and forth trying to accept the dual
impalement simultaneously. Her body quaked and jerked as she took
the two fingers that slid into the liquid warmth of her young
snatch and the fiery channel of her bowels at the same time. She
rocked and writhed in her standing position as if unable to get
enough of the double finger attack soon enough.
In and out the probing digits sluiced into her throbbing
pussy and drilled into her aching ass in unison. Out and in, they
blasted undeniable lust through her willing body. In and out,
they pumped through the pleasure-pulsing portals of her near agony
need.
In a fevered frenzy, she came, her body going rigid, then
collapsing into a mass of quivering, quaking flesh caught in the
fantastic throes of orgasmic satisfaction. Trembling and
clutching, her writhing body pressed urgently against the girl who
had brought such prodigious gratification to her.
Somehow, as Diana still peered on from behind the curtain,
the younger Kate managed to lower her step-sister to the side of
the bed, gently caressing and kissing her as the lovely blonde
slowly descended from the heights of pleasure she had been
exploded into.
Diana quivered with growing arousal as she watched the two
girls. She had never before realized that the sight of two women
making it could be so exciting. While she had often wondered what
it would be like to have another woman exploring her body, she had
never allowed the situation to occur, although during her first
years in college dormitory life had presented more than one such
chance.
Now as she stood as a voyeur to these two beautiful young
girls, she found her body reacting with undeniable excitement.
She almost felt the sleekness of their skin against hers, their
exploring hands and fingers on and in her body.
Diana pulled the thin robe she wore closely to her. Not so
much to close out the chill that was still present, but to keep
her own hands from creeping to the wet cleft of her loins to
satisfy the growing need that flamed within her.
Chapter 4
"She's a very pretty girl, Michael," Lorraine said simply, as
she maneuvered her stepson into the mansion's library.
"Very attractive," Michael smiled, glancing at the older
woman. "She's everything I'd hoped to find in a woman,
attractive, intelligent and...."
"And sexual ..." Lorraine's lips formed a coy, knowing smile
and her blue eyes flashed with sudden amusement.
Michael didn't answer, but moved away from his stepmother,
his eyes darting around him, surveying the floor-to-ceiling
shelves of books that lined the wall's of the Hightower library.
His father was a collector, This one room contained a small
fortune in first editions.
But Lorraine's mind was far from the rare volumes. "Your
telegram came as a surprise. We knew that you and Diana were
living together, but marriage?"
He twisted around to face the woman again. His eyes widened,
obviously irritated by her last remark
But Lorraine ignored his reaction and pressed further, "Does
she know about the Hightowers?"
Michael's eyes glanced to the floor and he shook his head,
receiving a chuckle of growing amusement from the woman.
"Your father and I had expected that you would have at least
brought Diana to meet us before you married her," Lorraine
continued. "I'm disappointed in you."
"Why?" Michael snapped. "Why should I have brought Diana
here? I wouldn't have done it now, if it hadn't have been for the
trust."
The woman no longer chuckled, but laughed. Michael had known
this was going to happen. He should have tried to avoid it, but
he knew that that would have been impossible. He had never been
able to avoid Lorraine. Never!
"Poor Michael, afraid his family will frighten off his young
bride," she laughed louder, the obviously unconfined mounds of her
breasts juggling freely beneath the silky fabric of her caftan.
Damn! he silently cursed himself, as he felt the familiar
tightening of his groin. He shouldn't have let this happen. But
now that it was here, there was no way of getting out of it.
"I'm sorry, Michael," his stepmother abruptly ceased her
laughter. "I didn't mean that. Please forgive me. It's just
that this is so unlike you. I don't understand."
The young man's dark eyes studied her, remembering and trying
to forget. "Things are different now, Lorraine. Diana and I are
starting a life together. The things that happened here are ...
well, they're gone. They're part of the past!"
"Are they, Michael?" she smiled gently, the blueness of her
eyes alive with a light of certainty. "Are you sure it's gone?
Just like that; just because you say it's gone?"
"Yes, I'm sure," he nodded, lowering his eyes from hers to
escape her probing gaze and feeling more and more uneasy by the
moment.
The softness of her fingertips were on his cheek, lightly
caressing. His eyes rose to her again and that confident smile on
the fullness of her lips. There was no denying that Lorraine was
a beautiful woman, a fact that had always drawn him and a fact
that she had used on him ever since her marriage to his father.
He wanted to escape her gaze, but she held him as she had always
held him.
"I don't think anything has changed, Michael. I don't think
you want anything to change," she whispered, her head moving
slowly toward him. "I think you want me as much as you've always
wanted me."
He moved his head away, but the fingers on his cheek
increased their pressure, easing his mouth back. Then her lips
were on his, teasing with a light brushing quiver. She pressed
harder, her tongue darting from her mouth and flicking over his
lips. But he held firm, refusing her the entrance she wanted.
"Why are you fighting it?" she glanced up to him, when she
finally pulled away. There was hurt in her eyes; a hurt that
filled him with an aching hollowness. "It's been a long time,
Michael. I've been waiting for this. I want it and I can feel
that you want it as much as I do."
She pressed her lips to his again. This time her arms
circled his back, pulling her body close so that the heavy balls
of her tits rolled against him, taunting him with their cushiony
softness. Her pelvis wedged its way to his crotch, rubbing the
plump mound of her pubis over the rising length of his prick.
You're right, you hot bitch! he cursed his weakness, as his
mouth opened to accept the welcomed offering of her probing oral
digit. I never could refuse you! Never could deny that exquisite
cunt of yours!
Totally confident of herself now, her sureness boostered by
the thickening pole she had created in the crotch of his jeans,
her tongue drilled into her step-son's mouth, swirling and
twirling around his tongue. Her lips pressed hard to his, forcing
his mouth wider as she tried to drive her oral digit down his
throat. As his arms closed around her, she moved her body,
mashing her breasts harder against his chest and greedily rubbing
the firm, fleshy mound of her sex over the solid rod of cock
straining out from his pants.
Enticing him into her mouth, her lips and teeth lightly
closed around his tongue. She sucked, as her pelvis undulated
into his, emphasizing what it was that she wanted. She sucked,
promising the oral delights she had so expertly laved on his cock
innumerable times in the past. She sucked until a slight saline
taste suffused through her mouth, then she released his tongue and
their mouths parted.
"It has been a long time, hasn't it?" she smiled, reveling in
the feel of his young arms around her.
"Lorraine ..." he began.
She interrupted whatever he had intended to say as her mouth
covered his again and the flickering flurry of her tongue invaded
his mouth once again, twisting with its tantalizing gyrations.
She parted from him only when she felt his hips swaying with the
sensuous rhythm of her pelvis. And when her lips did leave his,
she removed his arms from around her and stepped back.
Her eyes glowed with the growing lust that coursed through
her body, as she reached behind her back and found two small snaps
and unclasped them. Then her fingers discovered the zipper beneath
and edged it down its jagged-tooth path. Her smile of confidence
widened as she noticed that her stepson's eyes were riveted to her
every action, his nostrils flaring slightly with excitement.
The caftan fell away from her body in one smooth motion, like
a sheet unveiling some sculpture. But this work of art was alive.
He found himself gulping deeply as he stared at her. Not only was
she braless, but she wore no other undergarments.
He had forgotten just how beautiful Lorraine was, just how
desirable a woman she was, just how much she affected him, as the
throbbing stiffness bulging from his jeans testified to.
The fairness of her blonde hair matched the creamy texture of
her flawless skin. Her tits were big! Breasts that were heavy
globes of pendulous flesh that danced resiliently on her chest as
she breathed. Topping each of those fascinating, pillow-like
mounds were light brown aureoles and nipples that had already
begun to stiffen with desire.
Her stomach had lost the flatness of youth, but it was far
from a gross, bulging midriff. Her belly was a slight protruding
slope that led his eyes downward to the plump mound of her pubis.
No longer did her love knoll sport the soft brown sexual fur it
had worn the last time he had seen her. Now there was only a
continuation of the milky smoothness of her skin. Shaven and bare,
her cunt posed with the innocence of a young girl.
His balls drew themselves tightly into the security of their
sac as she moved back toward him, wagging the delightfully flaring
curves of her hips in an exaggerated sway. Her tits juggled
liquidly from her chest. Her eyes flashed with abandoned lust.
Back in his arms, she covered his mouth with hers, as his
hands roved over the sleek smoothness of her back. His fingers
eagerly crept to the jutting roundness of her buttocks and
squeezed into the fleshy cheeks of her ass, arousing moans from
the depths of her throat. She wiggled, rolling her voluptuous
nakedness against him, as if trying to push herself through the
clothing he still wore.
In a surprising abrupt movement, the nude woman suddenly
pulled away from him and with a devilish grin, dropped to her
knees before him. With the same quickness, her long fingers
darted to his fly, attempting to free the zipper. But his hands
were on hers, moving them away from his crotch.
"Lorraine ... please ... Diana," he gazed down at the lovely
vision of womanly servitude at his feet. Naked and willing, she
stared up to him, uncomprehending this last moment of hesitation.
Unwilling to be denied, her head leaned forward and her lips
kissed along the swollen bulge covered by the coarseness of his
jeans. Even through the fabric of his pants, he could feel the
warmth of her breath permeating the cloth and flowing around the
solidness of his manhood. He shuddered as he weakly fought the
desire that swirled up through his loins, then moaned and released
her hands.
Her fingers, free once again, found the metal hinge of his
fly and yanked down its jagged-edged course. The smell of his
manliness flooded her nostrils, even before her lust-controlled
fingers tucked inside his fly and touched the stiff column of
manmeat. The odor was far from offensive. It was a deep musky
aroma that she had come to love during her years, an erotic scent
of manhood that only stimulated her more.
Carefully, she worked the thick pole of his prick from his
pants, then sat back on her calves to examine the swollen shaft as
it came free. It has been a long time, she mused to herself, as
her fingers tenderly traced along the rod of hardened flesh she
had created.
She relished the smoothness of his cockflesh and the virile
solidness that throbbed under her fingertips. Even as she watched,
the plumpness of his glans seemed to swell even fuller.
Her head moved forward as her stepson watched. Her red,
puckered lips kissed at the sleekness of his cock's crown, sucking
away the clear preseminal juices that welled out from its slitted
mouth. He felt good, manly, his sex warm and soft against her
lips. She felt him quiver and found herself doing likewise in a
lusty reaction.
Edging her mouth from his lust-wand, she rolled her eyes
upward and smiled at the pleasure she found on his face, then
turned her eyes once more to the fat stalk possessed by her
fingertips. Closing her eyes, she moved forward, letting the
flicking probe of her tongue tip guide her to his cock. She
delighted at the shuddering thrills she ignited within her
stepson, as the feathery touch of her tongue brushed over his
blood-engorged glans. But more than that, she relished the oral-
tactile taste of him that she received.
In long, lubricious laps, she lost herself in the pleasure of
the task she had taken on. Up and down the thick circumference of
his sex, her tongue curled and caressed. The cock she laved
twitched and jerked strongly under her ministrations, only
stirring her eageress. Over and under the firm length, she licked
and washed. His feel was marvelous, hard, smooth, soft and
demanding all at the same time. She couldn't get enough of it
quick enough to suit her!
She scooted even closer to him, allowing her lips to join the
revelry her tongue had found on his sex. So smooth! she moaned as
she mouthed her way up and down the lust-ladened shaft of sex.
She trembled with mounting excitement with the thought that she
soon would bury this pulsating pole within her face. So warm!
And so smooth!
Licking and kissing her way from the hairy base of his cock
to the pleasantly thick knob of his glans, she once more pulled
away from him. Opening her eyes, she glanced back to the young
face above her. He smiled, as his hands reached out and his
fingers weaved through the pale blonde strands of her hair, then
slowly eased her face back to the jutting shaft of his prick.
Her lips kissed the plum-like crown of his cock and her
tongue drilled into the slit-mouth. But his hands, increasing in
their urgent pressure, demanded more.
Her lips pouted deliciously over the swollen glans, accepting
his cock into her mouth. Following the pressure at the back of
her head, she eased forward. The ponderous mass of his sex invaded
her face, filling her mouth and sliding into her throat.
Suppressing the urge to gag, she breathed deeply through her nose,
then inched all the way down the thickness of his root, until her
lips flattened around the base of his cock and she had taken every
pulsing inch of him.
His balls did an arousing series of flip-flops as he watched
his stepmother slowly slide off the lancing shaft of his manhood.
He had known this would happen. He had known and still he had
come with her. Perhaps she had been right. Perhaps he had no
desire to bury the past. He certainly had no urge to stop the
fantastic sensations she was creating with her mouth. He wanted
her to suck him. He wanted her mouth eating at his cock. He
wanted to slide atop the welcoming bed of her body and fuck the
juice-filled pussy between her legs. She was right! It had been
a long time! And whether he liked to admit it or not, he had
missed the sensual delights this beautiful woman, his father's
wife, could so expertly give him.
Diana! his mind flashed to his young bride, who awaited him
in their room. His young wife, who he had left alone so that he
could once again share the carnal pleasure that his stepmother
could provide. What would Diana do, if she knew?
Suddenly the provocative mouth so lovingly wrapped around his
prick began to suck, driving away all the uneasy thoughts of
Diana, demanding his full attention!
She pulled at his glans, doing her damnedest to dislodge them
from his cock. She sucked, drawing even more blood into his
already gorged length. Her lips were taut and white around him,
under the strength of their hold. He moaned and hunched his hips
forward. In a well-timed reaction, she abruptly eased her oral
grip and opened her mouth to accept the shafting column that
speared deeply into her face. Then she sucked her way back to the
fat crown at its tip.
Downward, her lips slid again, swallowing up his swollen
length, then off she came, then she swallowed him up again. He
watched hypnotized by the greedy movements of her lips. Up and
down, her head bobbed along his stalk of meat. His balls were
firing with desire. They simmered, then boiled, as his hips began
to pump in and out, fucking her mouth.
Suddenly, he jerked himself away from her lips of pleasure.
Her eyes flared open and gazed up at him filled with confusion.
"I want your pussy," he moaned, his face twisted with the
determination it had taken to pull himself free from her
magnificent lips. I want those beautiful tits of yours."
The dull confusion of her eyes failed quickly and was
replaced by flaming lust, as she rolled to her back. The creamy
whiteness of her thighs spread, allowing him an unobstructed view
of her cleanly shaven pubic mound and the slightly pouting, pink
lips of her labia.
Managing to rid himself of his own clothes, he knelt beside
her on the carpeted floor. He suppressed the overwhelming desire
to immediately scoop up handfuls of her abundance of titflesh.
Instead, he leaned over, his lips smothering hers and his tongue
darting into the humid warmth of her mouth, that had seconds ago
held his cock.
When they parted, it was only for a moment, a brief pause to
catch a quick breath, then her mouth was planted strongly against
his, the soft wetness of her tongue duelling over the interior of
his mouth. Opening his jaws wider, he accommodated the strong
thrusts of her oral probe, as she strove to drive down his throat.
Her hands were cradled to each side of his face, holding him
firmly as she worked around in his mouth.
Seemingly eons later, she eventually withdrew, allowing him
entrance into her mouth once again. Repeating her own actions, he
drilled his tongue toward her tonsils, as if trying to crack her
jaws. But she simply opened wider, accepting his searching of the
recesses of her mouth. A wanton "oooohhhh" came from her throat
as they parted. But more important, the slight interruption of
their mounting passion had allowed him to once more gain control
over the lust that burned within his testicles.
Her eyes fluttered open, misted with the desire that consumed
her voluptuous body. She smiled, moving her hands from his face
and found his wrist on the rounded smoothness of her milky
shoulders. It took only the barest minimum of pressure to slide
his fingers downward to the pillowy mounds of her tits. She
trembled and whimpered with excitement as his hands nudged at the
curving circumferences of her breasts.
No longer repressing his desire to manhandle the heavy,
slightly flattened globes, he accepted his stepmother's invitation
and roughly grabbed up two handfuls of creamy, moldable titty and
squeezed. A grateful moan came from her and the woman beside him
arched her back upwards, pressing the heavy mounds into his warm
palms.
Firmly grasping the summery mounds, he pulled upward,
stretching the globes into pointed cones. Then he released his
holds, watching as the elastic-like flesh bounced resiliently and
juggled back into its original shape. Again and again, he pulled
the pliable globes upward and released them, playing like a child
lost in the world of a new toy. When he tired, he pushed them
upward on her chest, delighting with every jostling bobble, as
they rolled back into shape. He tugged downward, enjoying the
similar, reversed action of her tits.
Then he moved in with his mouth, sucking up and nibbling on
an unsuspecting nipple that was perched hard and erect atop one of
the tempting pillows of flesh.
"UH! Arrggghhh!" his stepmother grunted under the
unannounced oral attack
Quaking, she arched her back higher, trying to smother him in
the satin-covered cushions of her chest. Widening his mouth, he
gobbled up as much of the warm, excited flesh as he could. Again
she grunted and trembled, her hands clutching at the back of his
neck and pulling him to her.
Occupying one of the aroused globes with a barrage of
licking, sucking and nibbling, he made sure that its twin sister
was not left unattended, by cupping as much of the quivering,
marshmallowy flesh as he could and rolling it on her chest.
Her excitement reached a fevered pitch and he jerked his
mouth away from the now pleasure-aching crown of her breast,
despite the lust obscured protests that garbled from her lips.
Without pausing he dropped to the other massive tit and reversed
his attack. Using mouth and hands together, he whipped this
desire-laden woman back to the heights his abrupt change of pace
had wrenched her from.
From years filled with past experiences of exploring this
tantalizing woman's body, he knew that with just a little more
teasing, he could bring her off by simply manipulating her breasts
and with no other stimulation. But he wanted to be inside her
cunt; that delightfully shaven mound of sex he knew was throbbing
between her spread legs.
As abruptly as before, he pulled away from her breasts,
leaving only his hands to gently fondle the warm, aroused flesh of
her tits. Again her eyes fluttered open, showing a mixture of
lust and confusion.
He felt her legs open further and glanced downward. The
wetness of her desire oozed from the deep cleft of her loins. Her
hand crept to his prick and gently pulled.
Following the urging tag of her fingers, he slid atop her and
between the inviting spread of her thighs, lowering himself on the
luxurious bed of her body, so that the majority of his weight was
born by his elbows on either side of this willing and wanton
woman.
Between his own legs was the wonderful feel of her hand
guiding the turgid tip of his cock into the pouted lips of her
pussy. The sensation was fantastic, familiar, but exciting, like
a homecoming. The fantastic sensation increased tenfold as her
hips twitched and her cunt swallowed his glans in the outer lips
of her labia. It was his turn to moan as he lay there motionless,
feeling his stepmother tremble and quiver in anticipation of what
would transpire next.
It would have been enough to just lay there until her lust
became uncontrollable and she begged to be fucked. But her mouth
and his eager manipulations of her ponderous breasts had affected
him as much as it had her. Lust won out over control!
In one hard thrust, he plunged into the liquid warmth of her
cunt, lashing into her like a rapist taking a virgin. But she was
no virgin, nor had she wanted to be one since that first cock had
torn its way through her hymen leaving its never healing wound in
her vagina. Her hips leapt up to welcome his entrance. Their
bodies slapped together. Together they moaned, lost in the
fulfillment of two willing and desirous people having achieved
sexual union.
There were no longer thoughts of control as he wrenched out
and lunged back into her body. He had but one thought---to fuck
the hell out of this woman, who had brought him into the library
for the sole purpose of having him fuck the hell out of her!
She had the same thought! Her legs locked around his,
holding his firmly between her thighs, as if she expected him to
attempt an escape. Her hands were at his back, fingernails biting
into his skin. She twisted and rolled the heavy cushions of her
breasts against his chest, exciting both him and herself at the
same time.
Like a spike of flesh, he slammed into the humid hole of sex
that swallowed his length and squeezed it in a chamber of velvet-
covered steel muscles. As hard as he thrusted inward, he jerked
out of the encompassing softness, knowing as he came free, her
pussy flowed with him, its pink lips flowering outward.
Then he plunged inward again, trying to bang his cockhead
against the opening of her cervix waiting in the depths of her
belly. Grunting with pleasure, she welcomed the thick
circumference. Deeper and deeper he drove and she felt the piston
of pleasure stretch and fill the channel of her vagina. Her own
muscles worked as best they could, as lust took complete control
of her body. Squeezing, she desperately tried to grasp the hot
rod that sliced in and out of her cunt.
"Harder," she mumbled in his ear between deeply sucking gasps
of pleasure. "Harder! Drive it back into my mouth!"
He obliged by reaming as hard as he could into the exquisite
heat of her pussy. He pounded and ravaged into the juice-slick
tunnel of her belly. Like an angry jackhammer, he poled into her
depths, his own lust screaming from the tight friction of her
cunt.
Her hips worked in unison with him. As he plunged downward
her pelvis jumped up and accepted every inch of swollen cock he
could stuff into the mouth of her sex. As he wrenched out, in
preparation for another lancing thrust, her hips fell away, her
ass bouncing onto the floor beneath her. Then she was there with
that predatory hunger for cock, sheathing his prick once more as
he rammed into her again.
Their bodies melted into a tangle of hot, urgent, aching
flesh as they worked together, feeding the flames of desire that
consumed them. In and out, he pumped into the clutching socket of
her sex. Faster and harder, he tried to drive his thick, swollen
lance of prick into her mouth as she had urged him.
Groaning and bucking, she existed only for the fat slab of
manmeat that packed its way into her cunt. Her whole body was
caught in a rushing tidal wave of sexual desire. Higher and
higher, he whipped her on. Centering at their joined cores,
swirling fingers of pleasure washed out and covered her. Each
torrent of desire growing in strength, she was blasted into the
exploding universe of orgasmic oblivion.
Clinging to the young man, her stepson, who still pumped
himself into her body, she soared on a skyrocketing nebula of
pleasure. Lust completely shattered her soul, then re-assembled
it over and over.
Feeling the woman beneath him go rigid, he let the last wall
of control crumble from his body, allowing the thick rush of sperm
and semen to boil up through his cock and blast into the
contracting hole of pussy surrounding him. Groaning in the stream
of ecstasy that raced through his loins, he emptied his balls into
the awaiting chalice of her belly. Gratefully, the steaming
fountain of come spurted from his testicles, coating and soaking
the quaking folds of her vagina. His whole body jerked and
twitched as he drilled deep into the woman, his father's wife,
under him, as the last drops of his release drained from his still
hard and aching cock.
Clinging together, they entered the satisfaction of fulfilled
desire. Caressing, they kissed and held each other. Still locked
together, they rolled to their sides, man and woman, stepson and
stepmother, as his hips once again began the steady in-out rhythm
they both still hungered for.
Chapter 5
Still clutching her thin robe to her aroused body, Diana
tried to move away from the window into the girls' bedroom, but
she couldn't. Paula's and Kate's sexual play fascinated her,
drawing her eyes as the light of a candle draws a moth.
This uninhibited lovemaking between stepsisters was something
new; something that incited strange, previously unfelt desires
within her. As she watched them embrace and caress on the bed,
she could feel their young, exploring hands on her body and wished
that the sensations that coursed through her were more than just
mental. She wanted to be in the room with them; wanted to feel
their mouths and hands and bodies pressed against her.
Paula, removing Kate's arms from around her nakedness,
suddenly rose from the bed and held her hand out to her sister.
The dark-haired, younger girl smiled, obvious excitement in her
dark eyes, and bounced up, taking the blonde's hand. The older
girl leaned forward and gently kissed her companion's lips, then
led her before the window.
Together they stared at Diana!
She had been discovered!
Diana's heart missed several beats. No better than a common
window peeker, the two girls had found her gazing in on their
sexual pastimes. She felt a hot, embarrassed heat flush through
her body.
No! They didn't see her! she suddenly realized. The two
teen-age girls had not found her out. They were staring straight
at her, but they didn't see her. Relief flooded her body and at
the same time, her mind reeled with confusion. How could they not
see me?
Then it dawned on her.
The alcove, the chairs, the curtained window---all of it made
sense. The window wasn't a window at all, but one of those one-
way mirrors which allow persons behind them to see out, but
persons on the other side see nothing but a silver surfaced
mirror. And the alcove and the chairs were nothing more than a
small viewing area for spectators to gaze upon the activities in
the bedroom. Sexual activities, she assumed.
Another of the mansion's "quirks," she grinned to herself, as
she wondered how many guests to the Hightower estate had been
placed in this bedroom. And even more interesting were the
possibilities of who used the alcove. The lack of dust she had
previously detected and the electric lights that hung from the
ceiling pointed to the fact that the alcove with its special
"Window" were used. Was this the strangeness of the Hightower
family that Michael had tried to warn her of? Was this viewing
area here when the Hightowers bought the mansion? Or was it an
addition that the elder Hightower had dreamed up? The whole
implications of this voyeuristic haven fascinated her.
But even more fascinating was the activity of the two girls
on the other side of the one-way mirror. Now secure in her
position, Diana watched, feeling the wanton throbs of lust rising
in her again.
Paula now stood behind her sister. Both girls gazed into the
mirrored side of the glass, smiling and unaware of their new
sister-in-law who watched their every move.
For a few brief seconds, the older girl was busy behind the
dark-haired girl, then Kate's bra came free, falling away from her
body. Diana found herself gasping with excitement as she stared
at the young girl's exposed tits. Still developing, the young
breasts were perfect cones, white, soft and smooth and topped by
dark mushrooms; nipples that were stiff and erect from the sexual
play she had so vigorously taken part in.
Unseen hands suddenly began to move the girl's briefs down
the rounded curves of her hips, as Paula worked at the panties
from behind. The light cloth panties dropped around the girl's
ankles and she stepped free, gazing at her nakedness in the
mirror, as did Paula. And as did Diana from the other side of the
mirror.
The older girl's arms slid around her partner's midriff and
pulled the girl back to her. Taunting with her lips and tongue,
the blonde slowly and tantalizingly kissed her way up her
stepsisters shoulder. Her teeth joined in as she reached the
younger girl's neck, teasing her way to the sensitive lobe of her
ear. As she tongued and kissed at Kate's neck and ear from behind,
Paula's hands eased their way up from her waist and cupped gently
beneath Kate's cone-shaped breasts.
Both the girls' eyes once more turned to the mirror as they
watched Paula fondle and taunt the beautifully matched tits she
possessed.
Lightly, with a show of knowledge that spoke of several
similar experiences, her fingers lightly brushed and caressed the
young cones. Over and around the sleek whiteness of the breasts,
her fingertips swirled in exciting little circles. Spiralling
upwards, her hands rose, until at last the tips of her fingers
nudged at the aroused dark buds of Kate's nipples.
Diana could see the younger girl gasp with rising desire
under the expert manipulations of her stepsister. Kate's dark
eyes fluttered, doing their best to remain open and view the
titillating scene of her body being caressed, but the sensations
Paula ignited in her body were stronger, eventually winning out,
and the younger girl closed her eyes, losing herself amid the
pleasure that flowed through her tits.
The blonde beauty suddenly stepped in front of the girl she
fondled and dipped her mouth to the breasts she handled with
loving care. Her cheeks hollowed deeply as she sucked up one of
the dark cherries of flesh atop one of the cones. The younger
girl trembled, her hands reaching out and squeezing brutally into
the tits of her companion. Neither of the girls seemed to mind in
the least.
Moving her mouth to the opposite knoll of breast, Paula's
tongue, wet and pink, flicked out from behind her lips and lashed
back and forth across the new nipple it found. Vigorously, she
worked her oral digit until the black-haired girl moaned for her
to stop. When she did, she opened her mouth and stuffed as much
of the titflesh as she could into her. She ate, contented with
the silken textured cushion of flesh her mouth had found. She
sucked and nibbled, her tongue laving its way over the hard button
of nipple their passion had created.
Her hands moving to Kate's shoulders, Paula slowly edged the
younger girl back toward their bed, while her mouth continued to
excite fresh thrills through the enticing young body.
Automatically, the black-haired girl sat on the bed, jerking her
reddening breast from her companion's eager mouth. She smiled,
then lay back, spreading her thighs wide, presenting an
unobstructed path to the plump little mound of her sex and the
black pubic moss that was bushed over it.
Paula dropped to her knees and leaned forward. Her lips
lightly kissed the dark triangle of shiny fur covering her
sister's snatch, eliciting quivery little trembles from her
partner. Then her tongue once more darted out and weaved through
the forest of pubic down, tickling and teasing around the already
wet cleft of Kate's sexual lips, but never dipping into the hot
hole of her young cunt.
Easing back just a little, the blonde-headed girl moved her
hand between her sister's thighs, spreading the lips of her pussy
so that she could see the extended bud of the girl's clit and the
scalloped inner lips of her labia. Again, her head ducked
downward. Her tongue flicked out and ran up and down the pink
slash of the girl's sex.
Expertly, her tongue tip dipped lightly into the musky cleft,
tapping and twirling out its exciting dance of pleasure. The girl
above her moaned and reached down, grabbing her head. She
resisted the urgent fingers that pushed her face forward,
delighting in the effect her tauntings had produced. Up and down
the pink slit of Kate's opened pussy she teased and aroused.
Then her tongue skipped upward, gently caressing the nubbin
of ecstasy. She tenderly kissed the super-sensitive clit, hearing
the moans of approval that came from above her. She licked and
carefully lapped at the enticing button, twirling her tongue
around its tiny circumference. Her lips closed around the bud of
sensation and she sucked at it as a woman might suck at the cock
of a man.
The black-headed beauty, half on and half off the bed,
writhed as her lovely companion unlocked thrill after excited
thrill in her body. She begged and moaned. Her hands pulled at
the blonde head that taunted and played with her growing arousal.
Her satisfied groans filled the spacious bedroom as the
titillating oral digit slipped from her clit and entered the
heated channel of her cunt.
Paula's entry into her sister was far from gentle. It was
quick and hard, spearing as deep as she could into the honey-
filled socket, burying her face in the wetness of the girl's
vagina. In and out, she probed in her penis-imitating oral style.
She licked and lapped, eating her stepsister with unrestrained
relish.
Soft and smooth, like oiled silk, her tongue moved around
within the humid interior of the girl's cunt She sucked deeply,
swallowing the thick sexual juices she drained from the quivering
channel, then drilled her tongue back into the enticing folds of
Kate's pussy.
Around and around, her inciting oral digit twisted its
pleasure as Kate's hands pushed her face into the mouth of her
belly. The younger girl writhed and quivered on the bed as her
passion rose to a consuming fever of lust. She groaned as she
felt the delightful tongue once more change its tactics, pumping
in and out of her vagina. Her own pelvis began to move,
undulating with the rhythm of the mouth that ate at her.
Suddenly, there was a finger on her clit, rolling and
fondling the aroused button. The dual stimulation rocked her with
lusted madness. Body jolt after body jolt sizzled through her
over and over as the waves that throbbed in her thighs expanded,
blasting outward.
In and out, the blonde's tongue drilled, spearing to its
limits within her. Faster and faster, her oral probe reamed
around in the humid softness of her cunt. Around and around, the
fondling finger rolled her clit.
She groaned and moaned as she rose on the skyrocket of
ecstasy. Her thighs exploded and pleasure raced through her body.
Crying out in desire, she pushed desperately at the head working
so wonderfully at her sex, then abruptly released her hold, giving
way to the sweetness of oblivion.
Giving her sister's throbbing cunt one last hasty kiss, Paula
rose. She smiled down on the younger girl who writhed and moaned
on the bed, then stepped across the room to a chest of drawers.
Diana gasped once again as she saw what the older girl
extracted from the top drawer of the chest. She had seen them
before, in the men's magazines Michael brought home, and had
occasionally sneaked peeks at them amid the glass cases of adult
book stores they had gone to. They carried the sterile name of
"marital aid" on all the advertising she had seen. Commonly they
were called dildoes. And the one Paula was now strapping around
her waist was at least seven inches long, and an inch thick. It
was hard looking and complete with a red rubber head and rubber
balls dangling beneath.
Smiling lewdly to herself, the blonde-haired beauty stepped
back to the bed and eased her sister's thighs open. She grasped
the imitation cock with one hand and stepped between the inviting
"Y" opened before her. Carefully guiding her rubberized manhood
into the target she sought, her hips jerking forward and burying
most of the thick hose into her stepsister's cunt.
Still lost in the waves of pleasure that swirled through her
body, the sudden plunging entrance of the dildo jolted Kate. Her
body twitched and her eyes jerked open with surprise. A startled
"Ahhhhhh!" was wrenched from her lips. Then she relaxed and gazed
lovingly up to the older girl standing above her.
Leaning over the black-haired girl, Paula stretched her arms
out and planted them to either side of her sister's head so that
they supported the weight of her body. She lowered herself once,
so that their lips met briefly. Kate's hands reached up and once
more busied themselves with the elongated cones of titflesh that
now dangled sleekly from Paula's chest. The older girl moaned and
her pelvis hunched forward slamming about an inch of the dildo
into her companion's pussy.
Raising her legs and resting her feet on the side of the bed,
Kate opened the angle of entry into her body. She moaned as the
thickness slid deeper into her. It filled her with its hardness,
stuffing her cunt to the brim.
Paula edged back, glancing down to watch the imitation prick
she wore glide from the snatch it had impaled. Long and slick
with young womanly lubricants, it came out. She paused only when
the knob-like head of the device was still buried within the hole
she was now fucking. Then, slowly this time, her hips inched
forward, drilling the rubbery hardness into her sister.
The younger girl groaned as she accepted the substitute
manhood that skewered her body. Her hands squeezed and kneaded
their approval into the firm cones of tit she held. Her own
pelvis arched slightly to help take in the thickness that
slithered into her belly.
Grinning with delight at the pleasure she fed inch by inch
into the girl, Paula eased her hips outward once again, then moved
them forward. Pleased with her role of a man-made man, her pelvis
took up a steady in and out rhythm, a rhythm which Kate's hips
matched stroke for stroke, welcoming the invading length of dildo
that reamed into the depths of her quick.
Lovers once again, the two teen-age girls lost themselves in
their lovemaking. Kate groaned and moaned as her body was filled
and packed with artificial cock. And Paula reveled in the
sensations she ignited in her stepsisters body.
A movement to one side of the room diverted Diana's gaze from
the two young girls. The overly large brass knob to the door
moved and the heavy wooden portal inched into the bedroom. A
boyish face, surrounded by a reddish-blonde mop of shaggy hair,
poked inquiringly inside---Bryan!
The youth's eyes widened to saucers as his gaze moved around
the room, alighting on his two sisters so obviously involved in
themselves and the pleasure of their youthful bodies. The
surprised expression quickly faded from his face and was replaced
by one of pleased amusement. He edged inside the bedroom and
stood silently watching the feminine couple, completely unnoticed
by either Kate or Paula.
Perplexed and somewhat annoyed by the boy's presence and
possible interruption of her private session of voyeurism, Diana
intently eyed the intruder from behind the security of the one-way
mirror, hoping he would leave as quietly as he had made his rude
entrance into the room. But he didn't. Bryan just stood there,
grinning from ear to ear as he gazed at the alluring, writhing
bodies so lustfully joined on the bed.
Diana detected a definite increase in the labored rise and
fall of the youth's muscular chest, which strained at the white
fabric of his T-shirt as he sucked in his breath in deep gulps of
arousal. But more notable was the growing bulge that filled the
crotch of his jeans. There was no denying the testimony of his
body. Bryan was every bit as affected by the stepsisters' carnal
activities as she was.
In a quick flurry of eager young arms, the boy reached down
and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and hastily wrenched it up
and over his head. As he pulled the white cotton shirt off his
arms and tossed it atop the chest of drawers, Diana found herself
gasping out loud to herself once again. Not the knotty, thick
muscles of a football player or a weight lifter, but the long,
graceful muscles of a young swimmer covered his body. She
shivered as she watched the rippling strength that corded
senuously beneath the golden browness of his suntanned skin.
Kicking his loafers free from his feet, the youth's fingers
dropped to the front of his jeans and made short work of the
series of awkward buttons running down his fly, then skinned the
denim pants down his legs. His thighs and calves and tight-
looking ass were a perfect match for his athletic physique.
And if there had been any doubt that Bryan was a young man,
rather than a boy, it was quickly dismissed from Diana's mind, as
his hands jerked his net-webbed briefs downward, revealing the
rigid lance of his manhood that stood thickly from a forest of
flaming red hairs covering his groin. His peeping-tomasita
sister-in-law clutched her thin robe closer around her body, as
she viewed the full size of his solid, pulsing cock.
Suddenly Diana's whole body quaked with flaring arousal as
the youth's intent pushed its way through her lust clouded mind.
He was going to join his sisters entangled so wantonly on the bed!
Stepping quickly to the same chest of drawers Paula had gone
to for the dildo that was now strapped to her waist and reaming
the tender, young pussy of her stepsister, Bryan retrieved a blue
jar of petroleum jelly from that same top drawer. Dipping two
fingers into the jar, he extracted a thick glob of the heavy
lubricant and smeared it over the jerking thickness of his prick,
until it glistened beneath the room's overhead light. Smiling
down at his handy work, he recapped the jar and replaced it in the
drawer.
He moved barefoot across the room, stopping but a foot behind
his own sister. Gazing down, he watched the rhythmic undulation
of the girls' lovely young bodies, as they continued their
lovemaking still completely unaware of the masculine eyes that
watched from behind.
Then he stepped forward, abruptly wrapping bit arms around
his blonde-haired sister's slim shapely waist, pressing his body
firmly against her in a strong hug. The young girl's hips
abruptly ceased their steady in-out motion and she jerked upright,
slamming the full length of the dildo around her waist into the
vulnerable cunt of the dark-headed beauty beneath her. Both the
girls, surprised for their own separate reasons, looked around in
confusion and in shock from the separate sudden intrusions.
Diana could see their worried looks quickly fade to ones of
relief as they recognized the familiar body of their brother.
Again the strange stirrings of lust flared violently within the
young bride as she realized this incestuous scene had occurred
before and on what appeared to be a fairly regular basis. Even
more than before she felt the want and need to enter the bedroom
behind her wall of one-way mirror and share the carnal pleasures
of the three young bodies before her.
Bryan's lips and hands had now gone to work delightfully
caressing the sleek, creamy curves of his sister's nakedness. His
mouth languidly kissed and nibbled along the gentle slope of the
smoothness of her bare shoulders and the graceful arch of her long
white neck. In an aroused response, the blonde's hips slowly
rotated, rubbing the white, rounded cushions of her rear mounds
against the swollen stalk of cock pressed to her ass. On the
opposite side of her tempting young body, the thick shaft of man-
made dildo moved in a siow-motion churning within the wet pinkness
of her stepsister's skewered cunt. Kate, in turn, moaned as she
accepted the inciting gyrations of the girl's pelvis. Her eyes
fluttered closed and her hands clutched tightly into the bedcovers
beneath her naked body.
Unable to work his finger below the secure strap of the
device Paula wore, the boy's hands drifted over the smoothness of
her flat stomach in long, caressing circles, eventually creeping
upward to the firm cones of tit that stood out proud and uptilted
from her chest. His palms cupped the tepid silkness of her
breasts. His fingers squeezed gently into the womanly luxury of
her flesh, delighting as aroused moans worked up from the depths
of her throat and pushed out over her writhing lips. Massaging
and kneading the sleek, conical mounds, his fingers teased
outward, tapping at the stiff buttons perched atop each of the
tits. She quivered as the delicious excitement of his hands
rushed through her body on a sizzling hotline to her loins. Her
hips increased their provocative gyrations and received the
lustful groaning of the girl impaled under her in approval.
As the boy's mouth found its way through the blonde cascade
of his sister's hair to the sensitive lobe of her ear, his hands
tightened their hold on her lovely young breasts. Kneading with
an urgent firmness, his fingers worked roughly into the pliant
mounds. He squeezed and rubbed over the firm cones, tweeking and
taunting the hard nubbins of flesh that topped each of the
cushion-like knolls like some sensual cherries.
Paula's head rolled back on his shoulder, her full red lips
writhing their pleasure under the dual stimulation of her body.
She groaned and shuddered with each new volley of delights he
ignited within her. Her hips moved in a quickened pace, whipping
the rubber cock she wore around in the opened hole of the black-
headed girl between whose thighs she stood.
The youth's hands gave up their holds on her tits and moved
to the rounded slopes of her white shoulders, gently pressing her
forward. She followed the urgings of his palms and once more
leaned over her stepsister, her arms extended before her for
support. Kate's hands again rose, fondling the manhandled, heated
cones of tit that dangled above her.
Bryan's hands, however, had slid around to Paula's temptingly
upturned buttocks. His palms lovingly caressed the enticing
smoothness of her plump, jutting ass cheeks. She moaned,
shivering as she wiggled the twin cushions into his hands. The
increased rotation of her hips brought fresh groans of arousal
from the stepsister she poled so thoroughly.
In a quick backstep, the boy dropped to his knees behind his
sister. His head leaned forward and tenderly kissed the now pink-
blushed rear mounds. Waves of excited gooseflesh rippled up and
down the plane of the girl's back. She moaned and quivered. His
hands then grasped each of the charming cheeks and slowly spread
them. The deep, dark crease of the girl's ass widened, revealing
the brown, taut ring of her anus.
Once again, his head moved in, homing on the dusky little
target. Her supple young body jerked rigid with surprised
pleasure as his lips softly brushed over her asshole. She moaned
and quaked with growing arousal, urging him to further probings.
Again, he kissed the tight nodes of her ass, feeling her quiver
and the pillows of ass become taut under his fingers. Her plump
little butt pushed into his face, pressing the warmth of her rear
around him. She groaned as his mouth flattened against her
rectum.
Kate's moans mingled with those of her stepsister's as she
felt about an inch of the hose-like dildo slither from the
clutching channel of her belly. The younger girl's hips began a
writhing, bunching motion, as she began to fuck herself on the
device so deeply impaled within her body.
The boy's tongue now joined his lips. Teasingly, he flicked
the warm wetness of his oral digit over the hard little nodes of
her anus. Her moans increased as the feathery tongue tip danced
at the entrance of her ass. She wiggled and jerked, loving the
feel of his mouth licking and taunting her.
Thoroughly slackened with his saliva, the tight, puckered
ring of muscle relaxed. Soothingly, he continued his oral
ministrations, knowing that with each broad laving stroke he now
used, the desire of his sister's body was flaming higher and
higher. And with each swirling lap of his tongue, he opened the
way for the ultimate purpose of his tantalizing foreplay.
Next, the inquiring tip of his tongue darted to the center of
the now relaxed ring of muscle. He drilled into her ass, an
action that elicited a fresh chorus of thrilled moans from both
the young girls, as they responded to the separate probes that
moved in their bodies.
In and out, in cock-imitating fashion, the soft wetness of
his tongue reamed its way into his sister's ass. He licked and
laved within the velvet-like channel of her rear, slickening the
path that would eventually accept the rigid, swollen shaft that
throbbed at his loins; throbbed with the growing excitement of his
lust. Around and around his tongue swirled, setting off thrills
of sexual electricity that tingled along the open network of the
girl's pleasure-heated nerves. In and out, he speared into her
rectum, eating at her ass and preparing her for him.
The blonde's pelvis now moved in rhythm with the short quick
strokes of the mouth at her ass. She helped his tongue fuck her
asshole. And at the same time, her hips and the thick diIdo that
was securely attached to them fucked the willing pussy of the
black-haired young girl, voluptuously stretched out under her on
the bed.
In his tongue drilled, taunting its warm way into the heat of
her ass. And in turn, Paula's hips jerked forward, spearing the
rubbery hose into Kate's flayed slash of sex. The younger girl,
in the chain reaction response, arched her hips upward to receive
every inch she could get, while her hands squeezed into the firm
sleekness of her stepsister's elongated tits.
For minutes they worked this way, as Diana watched, her own
arousal growing to near desperation. With increasing difficulty,
their hidden sister-in-law hugged her robe to her, trying to keep
her hand away from the wetness that flooded the throbbing channel
of love between her thighs.
Bryan's face suddenly pulled away from his sister's ass.
Giving each of the reddening rear cheeks one last quick kiss, he
rose. His cock was a pole of hardened flesh, rigid and pulsating
with its virile life. Its flowering knob-like head glistened with
a mixture of clear lubricating jelly and preseminal fluids.
He eased the spread cushions of Paula's ass further apart, as
he stepped forward again. The jerking glans of his prick kissed
at the brown ring his mouth had so marvelously prepared. She
groaned, tensing at the intimate contact of their naked bodies.
Patiently, he waited, whispering and soothingly working the dual
mounds of her perky ass. Slowly, she relaxed again, nodding for
him to proceed.
Which is exactly what he did!
The gorged crown of his jelly-slickened rod nudged at the
taut ring of muscle. He pushed forward against the puckered
mouth, gently increasing the pressure of his hips. In an abrupt
motion, her anus relaxed and the blood-laden tip of his cock was
swallowed up.
He groaned as the quaking pleasure of her youthful tightness
squeezed down around his glans. His hands gripped brutally into
the flesh of her ass, as the exquisite vise of her sphincter
muscles clamped down on the head of his prick. Heat, volcanic
heat, seared over the sensitive, swollen spearhead. Her ass did
another of its delightful little wiggles and he groaned again, as
ball-aching sensations lashed through his groin.
He felt good, plugged into her that way, from behind. She
shivered with the swollen feel of him. She liked it! And what's
more, he knew she did!
Forcing herself to think relax, the strained channel of her
rectum once more loosened and the invading thickness of his cock
slithered deeply into the recesses of her bowels. Purposely this
time, she clutched down on his fat rod, squeezing herself around
its gorged circumference. Together they moaned, filled with the
satisfaction of their joined bodies. Brother and sister locked
together cock to ass.
Marvelous! The volcanic heat of her ass burned with a
delightful fire that devoured his total length. And smooth! She
was smooth like velvet! A round velvet glove that was perfectly
made for the thick roundness of his prick. Heat and velvet! The
sensations were indescribable! There was a gratification all its
own just in being entrenched with her bowels. A satisfaction of
just standing there behind her with her soft rounded buttocks
pressing to his crotch and the grasping tightness she held him in.
The feeling was mutual.
She could feel him like she could never feel him when he was
drilled into her cunt. He was big! Bigger and thicker than
anywhere else in her body! He filled her. He stuffed and packed
her with hot, gorged cock. She could feel every small throb of his
prick, pounding there as it was crammed deeply up her back.
And then she relaxed.
She quaked as each thick inch slowly extracted itself from
her asshole. Like a tree trunk of flesh, it moved from her,
leaving a hungry hollowness in its wake. Inch-by-slow-inch, he
pulled from her. Inch-by-pulsating-inch, she moaned and ached for
it.
Then he was slicing back into her rectum, filling and packing
her to the brim once again. Hard and demanding, he drilled her.
The tight, slick walls of her ass strained around the bigness that
she accepted. Poling the full length of his sex into her ass, she
felt the tickling nest of his pubic hairs nestling at the curves
of her buttocks and the dangling sac of his testicles slapping
lightly against her.
The fiery heat flared through his pounding shaft as he pulled
free once again. He moaned as the flames lashed along and around
his cock. He groaned as he slid from the velvet-lined tunnel, his
balls seething with their heavy load.
He worked in a slow steady rhythm, letting her accustom
herself to the swollen brand of his sex, allowing her body to
prepare itself for the poling that she knew from past experiences
would eventually come.
Taking up that slow, gentle pace of his cock, her hips rocked
back and forth, much to the pleasure of the dark-haired stepsister
who was still joined to the blonde via the dildo strapped to
Paula's waist. The younger girl fell into the in and out sluicing
of her quivering cunt. Her hips gently rose and fell to accept
the thickness that slid into the depths of her hungry pussy, then
lurched its way outward.
Suddenly the youth plunged forward.
The thick, blood-gorged length of his prod stabbed sharply
between the sexy buttocks and speared deeply into his sister's
asshole.
Paula's head jerked up, a disarray of blonde strands flying
wildly. She grunted under the impact, her breath jarred free from
her lungs. Her hands clawed into the bed as he shafted into her
depths.
But she took it!
Took every unyielding inch of the hardened javelin of flesh
he wedged into the tight socket of her ass.
As did Kate!
The younger girl's eyes snapped opened as the thickness of
the dildo slammed into the young harbor of her belly. Her lips
writhed in pleasure as an excited hiss of wanton desire rushed
from her lungs.
Still holding the soft, trembling half-moons of her haunches
spread before him, he abruptly jerked out, groaning under the
searing heat that licked at his cock. His hips jumped forward
again to plunge his rod further up the smoothness of her back
channel.
Again she took it!
He plowed into her fiery interior, burying his hugely swollen
prick completely up her asshole. His crotch slammed into her
buttocks, jarring her and her dildo forward. Her hands clutched
even harder into the bed, trying desperately to maintain her half-
standing, half-leaning position above the girl under her.
The fever of his desire built within him; an explosive force
that drove him in and out of the gripping sheath in a violent
piston-like action. In and out he lunged into the intensely tight
hole of her rear channel, grinding himself into the volcanic
recesses of her ass.
Her body rocked as he reamed his way through her opened rear.
Yet her hips worked in time with his. She bucked back and forth to
accept the thorough fucking he was now giving her. She ached for
the white-hot fire he seared into the depths of her bowels. She
begged for the brutal, forceful shafting that slammed into her
again and again.
Beneath her, Kate writhed and bucked. Her hot snatch was
filled with the reaction poling of the dildo. Her urgency was
growing as the thick hose of imitation cock sliced in and out of
her young greedy body.
Her thighs throbbed under the pounding impact of the dildo.
For the second time that night, she came. Moaning and groaning as
her hands brutally squeezed into the softness of the tits she
clutched. Her body twisted and turned as she rose into the sensual
oblivion of climax.
And when she at last descended from the heights of her
pleasure, new waves of sensations lashed through her loins as the
continuing plummeting of the dildo ravaged in and out of her cunt.
Unable, or even unwanting to control herself, she soared again
toward the threshold of orgasmic rapture.
From behind, the youth's still jackhammering cock lunged in
and out of the soft, smooth rectal channel of his sister's sexy
ass. Like a rutting stag, he plunged his adamantine rod of
pleasure into the squeezing confines of her anus. Groaning, he
wrenched himself free and the marvelous heat of her bowels flared
around his shaft, searing over the aching head of his cock.
He thudded into her now, jarring her with each ravenous
stroke of his plummeting penis. Over and over, he invaded her ass
and she took it and loved it. She bucked and threw her hips back
to him, no longer aware of the effects her violent actions were
having on the girl she was fucking. She didn't care! All she
cared for was the swollen brand of flesh that burned its way in
and out of her rear.
She relished it. Worshipped it! Her whole body was alive
with him. In and out, he speared into her and she felt the rush
of mounting pleasure. Like growing waves behind a barricading sea
wall, the increasing flood of sensations throbbed through the open
nerve endings of her totally aware body.
Out and in, her brother slammed home the hugely swollen
length of his prick. And she took it into her depths, squeezing
it tightly as she crammed her rear muscles around him.
She was racked with explosive power as her hips jerked back
and forth, helping him skewer her even more fully. It throbbed
and seared. It sizzled with its heat. It burned and ached. In
and out, out and in, he rammed and slammed into her.
She came, crying out in urgent passion. Her body tensed as
the whirlwinds of pleasure screamed and lashed. She moaned and
writhed as she rushed head on into the welcoming arms of orgasmic
oblivion.
The snugness of her asshole tightened even harder around him.
She held him like a vise. He could feel her squeezing it out of
him. His come, hot and boiling, like liquid fire. He felt it
spout up from his balls and burn its way through the already
flaming length of his cock. He groaned as the burning load leaped
outward, searing over the ass-gripped crown of his shaft. He
quaked as his muscles gave way to the soul-wrenching pleasure of
release.
Spurt after spurt of penned-up sexual cream blasted out from
his balls. He coated the velvet-lined channel of her back with a
new lining of hot, thick sperm and semen. He emptied himself into
her with glush after glush of come. Then clung to her, his arms
wrapped around her waist for support.
And below the quivering, gratefully locked together bodies of
the brother and sister, a forgotten black-haired stepsister
writhed and twisted, lost in the fourth climax that had racked her
body that evening.
Chapter 6
Drained and exhausted, the brother, sister and stepsister
fell to the bed in a writhing pile of young, desirable flesh.
They kissed each other gratefully, paying little mind to who they
kissed, or to what sex their partner was. Gently, with caressing
tenderness, their hands moved lovingly over the nakedness of their
three bodies, exploring and probing.
All this occurred while their new sister-in-law watched from
the other side of the one-way mirror opening into their bedroom.
More than somewhat amazed by the threesome's complete sexual
abandon, Diana watched, still unable to draw her eyes away from
the sexy scene that she knew she would be sharing in, had it not
been for that less than an inch thickness of glass that kept her
from them. Her body ached to feel Bryan's young cock or Paula's
mouth. She would have been more than grateful for Kate's expertly
fondling fingers or even the thickness of the dildo still strapped
to Paula's waist.
In the past she had wondered about sex with another woman.
Now she knew. She knew that if the chance presented itself, she
would enter the arms of another woman with the aroused feelings
that were now flooding her body. She felt no shame at the self-
admission. Her body was too laden with the lust the youthful
threesome had flamed within her. She wanted sex. She wanted to
be taken and used. She wanted the desires that washed through her
loins to be released and set free.
Two hands, coming from behind her, suddenly grasped the
heaving globes of her robe-covered breasts!
She gasped and jerked upright, startled by the fondling palms
that lasciviously rolled the veiled mounds of her tits.
"Michael?" she gasped again, hoping and wishing for the
familiar sound of her husband's voice.
"Yes," he whispered.
Relief coursed through her body. Despite her embarrassment
at having been caught window peeking, she leaned back resting in
his arms. He felt good. Even with his startling method of
announcing himself, she was glad he had followed her from their
room and down the secret passage way. She needed him. She needed
him to take her!
"Why did you scare me like that?" she moaned-whispered, her
eyes closing as his hands worked their magic on her breasts.
His lips lightly kissed the exposed nape of her neck, then
moved his tongue to her ear, flicking over the tempting morsel of
her lobe, "I was watching too."
She moaned, long and low. This is what she wanted and
needed. Right here in this dim lit alcove. No waiting to walk
back down the passage to their room and the over-sized bed that
waited. She wanted him now and he knew it. And from the thick
bulge that strained at the front of his jeans and pressed at her
buttocks, she knew he wanted the same thing.
Light and teasing his tongue darted over her ear, sending
shivering thrills of delight through her. She moaned again and
snuggled back into the arms of her husband, worshipping the secure
feel of his body. This was the real thing. Bryan, Paula and Kate
had been real too, but not like this! This she could touch! This
mouth was there taunting at her ear. And these hands were on her
breasts, actually fondling her with their gently massaging
fingers.
New shivery sensations shot through her body as she felt the
silken smoothness of her robe slowly part and slide over the firm
globes of her breasts, rubbing delightfully at the stiff aching
hardness of her nipples.
Her eyes fluttered open for a brief second, just enough to
glimpse into the bedroom and see Paula and Kate busily using their
hands to bring Bryan's cock back to its full manly size. Then she
closed her eyes again and lost herself in the marvelous tingling
sensations that filled her as his hands cupped beneath her bared
breasts.
Softly manipulating, his hands drifted around the under
curves of her pink tits, as if feeling out their true proportions.
It was a gentle massage that eventually worked around the broad
circumferences of the fleshy mounds. The feel of his hands on her
body was exquisite. Fresh waves of deliciously tingling thrills
suffused from her breasts throughout her whole body. Moaning
softly, she snuggled back even more, resting in the arms that
surrounded her.
In a barely brushing movement, his palms circled the
bountiful bulges of her tits. Slowly, ever so slowly in a
taunting, teasing fashion, he worked. Upward and around his hands
spiralled, his skin lightly kissing the summery heat that radiated
from the gentle curves of her flesh. Again she wiggled back, her
breath hissing under the tantalizing manipulations. Her chest
heaved as her breathing became labored and aroused.
Then his palms were hovering over the coral buds of her
nipples. She could feel the warmth soothingly suffusing from his
hands and mingling with her own sexual heat. He brushed
cajolingly over the erect, rubbery points of flesh, his mouth
dropping to her neck as she groaned with mounting excitement.
There was nothing abrupt about his movements. Everything was
natural and flowed together. His hands closed over her breasts
and lovingly squeezed into their pliant firmness, eliciting even
more moany little sounds of pleasure from her lips.
Gently he kneaded, molding her flesh under his wonderfully
exciting fingers. She had never doubted that he knew her body and
how to give her what she wanted and needed. But this was
fantastic. A slowly building explosion inched higher and higher
in her willing and ready body.
With more pressure now, his hands kneaded into the fleshy
globes of her tits. He squeezed and rolled their pillowy shapes
against her chest, then pressed them down into her so that their
roundness pancaked out from under his palms.
He wasn't rushing her or himself. His fingers maneuvered
their way back along the sleek, sloping path to her nipples.
Gently, he tapped the erect tips and again a sharp in-rushing hiss
of aroused pleasure came from her lips, filling the small alcove.
Around and around, the tantalizing digits circled the
hardened buds of flesh, creating all sorts of fantastic sexual
friction that burned, ached, throbbed and aroused all in the same
instant. His fingers scissored around the taut buttons, their
pinkness glowing red with desire.
His all-knowing hands moved away from her breasts and drifted
with titillating determination down over the quivering flatness of
her belly. She groaned now, pushing herself harder against his
supporting body, wiggling her flaring curved buttocks against the
swollen bulge in his pants, tempting him, urging him, luring his
fingers even further downward.
She sucked her breath in a sharp, deep hiss of excitement,
when his fingertips finally brushed into the silky, curling
triangle of her pubic moss. Slowly he weaved lower, his finger
finding the moist cleft of her loins and running down the dipping
slit.
Up and down the lubricious lips of her sex his inciting digit
glided, but refused to slide into the pulsing slash of her cunt.
He teased her, taunted her, toyed with her body, until her pelvis
moved in a slow motion gyration to match his playful touch.
Then and only then, did he wiggle his finger up into her
pussy.
She groaned, pressing herself closely to him. She accepted
the tickling probings of his finger for what it was meant to be---
an exciting appetizer to the main course that would soon come.
She was wet inside. She could feel the sexual juices that
flooded the heated hole of her sex and she could hear the wet
sounds his finger made as it slowly pumped in and out of her.
Like a small cock, he worked his delving digit into her pussy
and she loved it. She relished each dipping, twirling motion he
made. She trembled as his finger crammed into her cunt at an ever
increasing pace. He twisted and turned, then slipped another
finger into her vagina, packing her that much fuller. She groaned
and ground her pelvis down on the double digital impalement of her
sex.
Then there was another finger, tauntingly gliding along the
moist crease of her labia. It dipped between the plump pouted
outer lips and inquisitively tapped at the extending nubbin of her
clit. There was no moan this time. She groaned, long and low and
filled with the growing desperation of her desire.
Taunting playfully, his fingertips caressed the excited bud
of pleasure as his two other fingers fucked their way in and out
of her juice-filled cunt. He rolled the delicate bud and circled
it. He fondled and fingered it until her groans filled the room
and she was afraid that her whimpers would finally bring the
attention of the three youths still involved in their sexual romp
in the bedroom.
"Please," she groaned. "I need you. Please I need this!"
Her hand reached behind her and clamped onto the still
covered length of her husband's cock. He grunted and drove his
fingers hard up into her hot pussy, increasing the driving strokes
of their fucking motion.
"Please!" she pleaded. "I want your cock. I want you to
fuck me!" Abruptly he pulled his hands away from her wanton sex,
his fingers sucking wetly from her body. His mouth returned to
her ear, kissing her once more, gently.
"Lean over," he whispered in a deep, husky voice, that spoke
of his own arousal.
Doing as he directed, she leaned over, using her hands to
support herself on the window ledge-like frame that surrounded the
one-way mirror. The position gave her a clear view of the
activities in the other room.
Kate was now getting her share of her stepbrother's cock, a
whole face full, as it were. Her young lips were firmly wrapped
around the fat stalk of his manhood as she lay on her stomach, her
face buried in the bright redness of his pubic hairs. The young,
black-haired girl's cheek hollowed deeply as her head moved up and
down on the rigid manly rod.
Bryan's mouth was far more inactive. His pink, glistening
tongue was lapping vigorously through the sandy blonde hairs that
brushed over his sister's cunt. Diana could see him lapping up and
swallowing the glistening juices that flowed from the pink lips,
then spear his tongue into the waiting pussy.
She couldn't see Paula's face because the blonde-headed girl
once more had her head buried between Kate's creamy thighs.
Their young, willing bodies formed a triangle---a love
triangle, Diana couldn't help but think as she stood, positioned
for her husband and the cock she desperately wanted and needed.
From behind her, she heard the curt sound of Michael's zipper
and the rustle of his jeans as he pulled them from his legs.
There was the padded sound of bare feet and then the hardness of
his prick pushing against one of the round curves of her buttocks.
She felt his hands reach down and lift the veiling bottom of
her robe and fold it over her back so that hung above her hips,
exposing the half-moons of her ass. The air felt cool and
stimulating on her heated body.
Then his hands were on her again. Palms on her inner thighs
opened her legs wider, then he tickled another finger into her
cunt for a few quick strokes that only fed the flames of
anticipation swirling within her loins.
She felt the naked warmth of his crotch as it pressed into
her upturned buttocks and the tickling forest of his pubic hairs.
She groaned as the fat pole of his prick throbbed against the
waiting lips of her cunt. His hips moved back and forth, gliding
the length over the wanton crease of her labia, taunting her even
further.
His hand was between her spread thighs again. She felt his
fingers close around his cock and the tip of his thumb spread the
lips of her pussy as a guide for the pulsating, wet target he
sought.
His hips lurched!
She groaned deeply under the full-powered impalement of his
sex.
Then she cried out in a startled, whimpering gasp!
This isn't Michael!
His pelvis snapped briskly into the perky uptilted slopes of
her buttocks.
This isn't my husband!
Big, bigger than her husband's cock, fatter at least, the man
behind her lunged the full length of his prick into the humid
folds of her cunt.
Who is it! What's happening to me!
The realization that the man behind her, the man that was now
cock-deep in the wanton hole of her sex, wasn't her husband racked
her mind. His arms wrapped around her waist and his hips snapped
forward burying more of the hardness of his shaft within her
belly.
"Ohhhh!" she heard herself moan, embarrassed and ashamed of
her wanton lust.
She moaned again as the fatness of his prick eased back a
bit, slithering out of the juice-filled channel of her vagina.
Then his pelvis jerked forward, sinking his length into the liquid
warmth of her pussy.
Scream, she thought, but the most her mouth could manage was
an incoherent, "Ahhhggghhh!"
What's happening to me? she shouted to herself. Some man ...
some stranger is raping you, and you can't even call for help!
No! she answered herself, I can't call for help. I couldn't
face Michael and tell him how all this happened!
"Ahhhhhhh!" she groaned, as the thickness that was packed
into her once more eased out, then drove back into her body.
You dont want to scream for help! she continued the mental
conflict that raged in her brain. You want it! You want to be
raped!
The squeezing muscles of her young and oh so vulnerable
vagina spoke the truth. They clamped down on the unfamiliar
intruder, clinging to the fullness that thrilled her.
Whore! You cock hungry bitch! You don't care that you're
being fucked by some unknown, unseen man! All you care about is
that cock! That fat cock that's fucking your pussy!
"Harder, Michael!" she moaned, hoping at least to conceal her
discovery from the man behind her, hoping to hide the wanton,
shameless lust she was feeling for this man she had never even
seen, "Deeper! Fuck me deeper!"
The swollen shaft of his prick drove in, slamming its
satisfying fullness into her body. She grunted under the heavy
impact and whimpered as her throbbing cunt begged for more.
Which is exactly what he gave her!
His hands gripped tightly at her hips, his pelvis jerked back
and forth in a rapid series of powerful lunges. His cock shafted
in and out of her belly, sluicing through the humid channel in a
searing, uneven rhythm.
"God!" she heard herself moaning despite herself. "Oh, sweet
God! It's good! Damn good!"
Her thighs ached, throbbing unmercifully. Her long view of
the bedroom activities and his more than arousing manipulations of
her body were too much for her. Lust! Her body was one sheer
force of unleashed lust!
Though she told herself she didn't want to, her hips began
moving with each driving jerk of his hips. She helped him. She
helped him feed his cock into her body. She helped him fuck her
wanton pussy like a dog takes a bitch in heat.
He slammed back into her. The thickness of his shaft drilled
deep, straining into the pink folds of her pulsing vagina,
stretching the tightness of the channel to accommodate his size.
Her ass bucked back, slapping into his crotch. She shuddered
with pleasure, as she accepted the swollen rod that crammed into
her. Whoever it was behind her, he wasn't brutal, just virile,
driving deep and hard. And he hadn't threatened her. He had just
taken advantage of the situation. After all, she had begged and
pleaded with him to fuck her. And that was exactly what he was
doing.
The ponderous mass of his prick slid free. Her muscles
clamped down in a vain attempt to hold the flowering knob of his
glans. She moaned and trembled, realizing that she was enjoying
it. She was enjoying being poled from behind by a man she didn't
know. Her whole body quaked with excitement as she relaxed and
prepared herself for the next fleshy invasion.
It came, big and hard, spearing into the heated recesses of
her aching pussy. Her pelvis jerked back and wiggled around the
massive stalk of manmeat, squeezing the youthfulness of her love
channel around it. She heard him grunt with pleasure and felt a
strange satisfaction course through her body, adding to the
thrills that already whipped at her.
He wrenched himself free from the clinging moistness of her
sexual sheath, then drew himself back into the hot pocket of
flesh. Their bodies thudded together, ass to crotch. They
grunted and moaned as they worked together, fanning the flames of
passion that licked within them.
In and out, she accepted his strong steady rhythm.
Out and in, he lunged the bigness of his cockshaft into the
upturned slash of her belly.
Then his arms were around her once again. And his fingers
were delving between the splayed lips of her love mound.
She groaned as he found the bud of pleasure his fingertips
searched for. Her body quaked with sensual tremors of delight.
He touched and rolled the excited little nubbin of her clit.
Lunging, thrusting, drilling and spearing his cock lashed in
and out of her body. Around and around his fingers worked her
clit.
She came. Her whole body exploded as the white-hot light of
passion flared, throwing her into the heavens of ecstasy. Her
legs and arms quaked, doing their damnedest to maintain the body
they supported, as she threw herself back into the man, impaling
herself fully on the pole of flesh sporting from his groin.
Wave after wave of soul-shattering pleasure broke over her,
washing their marvelous sensations through her body. She felt her
legs crumble and her body slowly collapse and fall to the floor.
She groaned as the thickness that had been packed into her
slithered free, leaving her empty.
Unable to move, she lay on the floor panting and moaning as
she rode atop the swirling winds of ecstasy.
After what seemed like hours of endless sensual explosions,
Diana floated downward, touching earth and regaining control of
her body. Shakily, she pushed herself to her knees and glanced
behind her.
A confused feeling of disappointment and relief flooded her.
He was gone! Vanished back to wherever he had come from. She
shivered and pulled the thin robe back around her body.
A glistening stream of thickness that oozed from the lips of
her sex was the only evidence she had that he had ever been there
to begin with; a pearly stream of seeping sperm and semen, the
only evidence that he had achieved the release that he had brought
to her.
Her body still trembling, she slowly rose and retraced her
way down the dimly lit passage. The lamp she had placed in the
closet had been a good idea. It led her toward her room and the
secret panel that opened into the closet.
Once back in the relative security of the bedroom, she
hastily dislodged Michael's shoe and pulled the panel closed, then
replaced the lamp on the night table near the bed.
It all seemed dreamlike now. The passage, Bryan, Paula, and
Kate and the man who had taken her, all of them a dream. But the
still quivering mouth of her love mound told her it had been real.
She shivered again, unsure whether the reaction was one of relief
or excitement.
In a daze, she stumbled into the bathroom and quickly turned
the knobs of the shower full blast. The water was like tiny
fingers massaging her, bringing her back to reality and at the
same time soothing and relaxing her.
Feeling refreshed, but definitely tired, she toweled herself
dry and climbed into the cushiony softness of the over-sized bed
to wait for her husband, wondering what she would tell him.
She tried to sort the events out in her mind, but with little
success. The more she thought about the incident the more
embarrassing it was to her.
Like most women, she had thought about rape. The thought of
some man, one she knew and was attracted to, forcing her into sex
had always been exciting. But that wasnt rape, just an erotic
fantasy.
Rape was brutal, degrading, with no thought of pleasure, only
the humiliation of the woman. Rapists were mentally sick people
who were out to punish women. People who thought sex was dirty
and degraded their victims by forcing them into sex.
But the man in the passage had been nothing like that.
He had been more like a lover. He had known what a woman
wanted and had given it to her. He had worried about her pleasure
as well as his own.
She shivered again. This time there was no doubt in her
mind, it had been excitement. Not something she would want to
happen every day, but definitely exciting.
Yet, she felt used. She didn't even know the man that had
taken her. She hadn't seen his face. He had taken the advantage
of her position and used her to expel his lust.
Who was he?
What will I tell Michael?
The questions echoed over and over in her mind as the
comforting security of sleep slowly crept over her, leaving the
answers lost in the darkness.
Chapter 7
Diana rolled over in the bed. Her long, graceful arms
reached out to hold her husband. But only found emptiness on his
side of the bed.
She pushed her sleep-laden eyes open and stared beside her.
Michael's side had been slept in, but it was empty now. She
quickly glanced around the room. Her husband was gone.
"Hrmph!" she snorted out loud. "Not much of a way to treat
your bride on the second night of your marriage!"
Then she remembered the man in the passage and was grateful
that her husband hadn't awakened her.
It's passed now. Let it be. There's no reason that Michael
needs to know. Not now at least. He's upset enough as it is, at
having had to make this trip to his family's home. I'll tell him
later, when we're away from here. Later ... maybe ...
She rolled to her back and stretched. It would be nice to
have Michael now. He's good in the morning. Hell, he's good any
time!
She smiled and pulled his pillow to her and hugged it. She
could detect the slight smell of him. She shivered, wishing the
pillow was her husband, imagining she was holding him close while
he was atop her.
No! Forget it! she scolded herself. No reason to get
yourself hot and bothered. Michael's not here!
Groaning with disappointment, she tossed the imaginary
Michael-pillow back to the other side of the bed, gave it a loving
pat, then swung herself out of the bed. After a few moments in
the bathroom, tending to the regular morningly duties, she came
back into the bedroom and selected a pair of burgandy hip huggers
and a cream-colored blouse from the suitcase. Not sure how the
Hightowers would take to the braless look, she also pulled out one
of those thin, very sheer, nylon bras, that did little more than
keep her nipples from poking out under her blouse. Her breasts
were still firm, even without a bra; they did little more than
jiggle around pleasantly.
Quickly stepping into her casual, but attractive, clothes,
she glanced longingly at the empty and unused bed once more, then
made her way downstairs.
The mansion seemed deserted. She made a quick check of the
room she had been in the night before, but could find no one, let
alone her husband.
Deciding that if she had been left to fend on her own, she'd
do something about the growing hunger in her stomach. After all,
it was time for breakfast.
With little difficulty---she did make two wrong turns that
led her to the den---Diana located the hall leading to the
kitchen.
"Good morning," Lorraine cheerfully greeted her as she swung
the door into the kitchen. "Sleep well?"
"Wonderfully," Diana smiled at the blonde-haired woman,
finding herself still disbelieving Lorraine was the mother of two
teen-age children.
If I can only hold my age as well! she thought, but said,
"Where is everybody?"
Her mother-in-law smiled and offered a cup of coffee, which
she accepted, as well as two pieces of toast and several slices of
crisp fried bacon.
"Your Michael got up earlier this morning and drove in to the
courthouse. Both the girls went along to do some shopping,"
Lorraine said, seating herself at the breakfast counter with
Diana, nursing her own coffee. "Bryan and my Michael are around
the house somewhere."
Diana listened as the woman talked, mostly idle conversation
about her family and the Hightower estate. However, Diana
couldn't help but wonder if Lorraine really knew what was going on
with her family. Did she know that her son and daughter had
shared anal intercourse last night, shared it and enjoyed? And
did she know that they were both their stepsister's lovers?
She smiled to herself, remembering the lusty scene she had
witnessed from behind the one-way mirror last night.
Then the memories of the man in the dark came to her again.
Less distressing than last night, but still perplexing.
"Look, Diana," she heard her mother-in-law suggest. "It's a
beautiful day. Why don't you go outside and see our place? It's
really rather beautiful. Michael One did most of the work
himself."
"I think I will," Diana agreed, mostly because she wanted to
think. "I'll be back shortly to see if I can help with lunch."
"Don't bother," the older woman answered. "I'm just going to
throw some cold cuts together. Take your time. I might come out
and join you in a little bit."
Nodding, Diana left her mother-in-law alone in the kitchen
and left the immense plantation house via the back door.
It was a nice day, spring warm, but lacking the humidity that
comes with Louisiana summers. A light breeze added to the fresh
feel of the day. A mildly, sweet scent of the blossoming magnolia
trees suffused through the air.
Moving idly and without any set purpose, Diana walked away
from the house. She stopped once and reached down to remove her
shoes. The St. Augustine grass, with its broad flat blades, was a
thick green carpet that felt cool and alive under her bare feet.
It was almost a sin to walk on this grass with anything but bare
feet. Beautifully manicured, the lawn of the Hightower estate was
almost a work of art.
Who had it been?
Despite the marvelous feel of the day, her thoughts kept
returning to the secret passage, the alcove with its sexy viewing
arrangement, and the man who had fucked her so thoroughly, the man
she hadn't seen---only felt!
"Good morning!" a voice called to her, her husband's voice.
She pivoted, glad that he had gotten the legal business out
of the way so quickly. But it wasn't Michael that was coming
toward her. At least, not her Michael. Rather, it was her
husband's father.
"You look especially lovely this morning. The way all new
brides should," he smiled at and received a smile in answer.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Yes," she replied. "Lorraine suggested I come out and see
what you've done with the landscaping. I'm glad I took her up.
It's beautiful."
His face beamed with pride, "Thank you. I won't be humble
about it. This took a hell of a lot of work and I did most of it
by myself. I guess it's the New England farm boy I never was
coming out in me. There's something special about planting things
and watching them come to life."
She smiled, then chided, "Don't tell me you're responsible
for these magnolias!"
"No," he chuckled. "They were here when I bought the place.
But they were in bad condition and I did nurse them back to
health."
"A man with a green thumb," she laughed.
"Thumbs don't get green by working with the earth," he
corrected. "They get dirty."
She laughed again. Last night, she had decided she liked her
new father-in-law and those feelings were being confirmed now.
"Is there anything special I should see? Any labor of love you're
especially proud of?"
"Why of course," he smiled, offering her his arm, which she
took. "The pond is just over there. If you'll kindly come with
me."
The walk was farther than Diana anticipated. The mansion had
disappeared behind them, hidden by the small forest of magnolias.
But it was worth it. Michael One's pond was special.
Skirted by trees on all sides, the small pool of water was
clear and calm looking. To one side was a small clearing,
complete with a picnic table and benches.
"I had to call in the bulldozers to help me with this, her
father-in-law explained. "It's my design, though. The pond's
spring fed and most of the year it's downright cold, which keeps
the snakes away."
"Snakes?" Diana glanced up at him.
"This is bayou country. There's plenty of cotton mouths
around," he answered. "But don't worry. Like I said the water is
plenty cold, too cold for them. But on a hot summer's day, this
pond beats the hell out of a swimming pool. Lorraine and I often
sneak away from the house during the summer for a little skinny
dippin'."
Diana laughed. It was quite easy for her to picture her
father-in-law and his sexy wife swimming nude in the pond. He
might be in his fifties, but he still presented a virile image.
The humor, however, was Diana's mental images of Bryan, Paula and
Kate doing exactly the same thing without the knowledge of their
parents. This quiet, little pond had probably been the scene for
more than one of the sexual romps the threesome had shared.
"Your home really is something special," she commented, as
they paused, leaning against the trunk of one of the towering
trees.
"We think so," Michael One smiled at her. "There's a lot
here to work with and we're always finding something new, some
remnant of this estate's history."
"Like those cellars they used to keep runaway slaves in until
passage north could be arranged?" Diana asked.
"Mmmm hmmmm," he nodded, gazing out over the pond. "Or some
buried wagon wheel. Or like those andirons for the den's
fireplace. I found them while the workmen were digging this pond.
There must have been another house out here at one time. Perhaps
a guest house. If not, then I discovered the Duvalle's old trash
dump."
She chuckled with him at the thought of the antique andirons
once being someone else's garbage.
"This whole place is like the house," he continued.
"Full of those quirks you mentioned last night?" she asked.
"Right," he smiled at her, his eyes locking to hers. "Did you
know that the house has secret passages?"
"Yes...." she suddenly stopped.
It hit her all at once, like a ton of bricks!
Her father-in-law's eyes flashed with a devilish glint.
He knew!
And she knew!
The man in the alcove had answered to the name Michael last
night! He had sounded like her husband! Michael One sounded like
her Michael! They were both the same size. The similarities were
unbelievable!
"You!" she gasped. "It was you!"
Her hand lashed out, fully intent on slapping her father-in-
law's face. It was silly, a childish reaction. But at the moment,
it was all that she could think of; all she could do to relieve
the anger and the embarrassment that flushed through her body.
But even that was ineffectual!
His own arm jumped up and grasped her wrist. Her anger
growing, she slapped out with her other arm. Which again, he
blocked, raising both her arms above her head and pinning them
firmly against the rough trunk of the magnolia. She struggled,
twisting to free herself, but he held her solidly.
"You bastard! It was you!" she spat. "You were the man last
night! You ... you ... rapist!"
He chuckled and grinned at her, "Rapist?"
"Yes, you son of a bitch!" she grunted, still trying to
wrench her wrist free of his one vise-like hand.
"Come now," he chided, his eyes laughing with amused delight.
"Surely you don't expect me to believe that. I doubt whether
you've been able to convince yourself that it was rape!"
Her knee lashed out, directed toward his groin. A measure he
had apparently been anticipating, since he easily sidestepped the
would-be painful thrust and laughed, obviously enjoying the
position he held his daughter-in-law in.
"My dear Diana, you wanted it as every bit as much as I did,"
he grinned lewdly down at her, knowing. "You never so much as
tried to get away from me. And I know you could tell I wasn't my
son."
She kicked out again, but it was a vain effort. He was now
positioned beside her, out of reach.
"You bastard!" she hissed, renewing her struggle to get away
from his hand, but he held her tight
"I only did as you asked," he continued smiling at her. "As
a matter of fact, I didn't do a damn thing until you asked me to.
Unless you want to count my copping a feel of those marvelous tits
of yours."
Again she twisted and writhed and again her struggles
received the same results. Nothing!
"And you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it as much as I did,"
he went on. "My God, girl, you had one of the strongest climaxes
I've ever seen in a woman!"
"No! That was not rape," he concluded. "One of the farthest
things from rape I've ever seen!"
"Yesss!" she hissed. "It was! You raped me!"
"No," he answered simply, as he reached up and tightly
grasped her chin with his free hand. "No."
His head dipped forward.
He's going to kiss me!
The thought jolted her. It was the last thing she had
expected.
The conceit! The egotistical bastard!
She tried to jerk her head away, but his clamping fingers
held her steady and immobile. Lightly his lips brushed over hers,
then his head rose and he smiled, as she glared with indignation.
Releasing her face, his fingers tauntingly glided down the
smooth arc of her neck, resting on the top button of her blouse.
"I guess, if you won't admit that it wasn't rape," he
grinned, "I'll have to demonstrate my point to you."
His fingers fumbled with the button momentarily. She felt the
top of her blouse suddenly loosen and knew he had been successful.
Again, he reached up and grasped her chin and jerked her face
toward him. His head lowered and their lips met again, pressing a
little harder and lingering for a second or two.
Repeating his movements, his fingers drifted down the
softness of her neck and down the front of her blouse, dipping a
little lower this time.
The fabric of her blouse tugged as the second of the five
buttons was freed from its hole. As before, his hand caught her
chin and pulled her face to him. His lips pressed hard against
hers. With enraged determination, she kept her month tautly drawn
closed.
Again his fingers slid down along the curving arch of her
neck and dipped through the opening "V" of her blouse. Downward
his fingers softly caressed, moving much lower and much more
intimately through the valley separating her breasts and over the
thin nylon that covered the well-proportioned globes. He found
the fourth button and easily slipped it from its hole.
For the fifth time, his fingers clamped under her chin and
pulled her to him. His mouth covered hers. His tongue, warm and
moist, danced out from his mouth, as his lips parted, then taunted
over her lips. But she was determined! Her mouth refused the
probe. She shivered, remembering its feel on her neck and ear
last night.
Once more, following the now familiar path, his fingers
caressingly glided down her neck and drifted over her bare skin,
through the smooth valley of her breasts and over the quivering
flatness of her stomach. They found the last of the five buttons
and quickly slipped it from its hole.
Her blouse was now completely opened.
His free hand tucked under the edges of the shirt and pushed
them back over her shoulders so that the blouse remained on her,
but her chest was exposed to him.
"Beautiful," he whispered glancing at her, then letting his
eyes drop to the nylon-conflined mounds of her tits, so that she
knew exactly what he was speaking about.
The bra was flimsy and sheer. It held absolutely nothing
from his eyes. Her nipples and aureoles looked brown under the
flesh-colored fabric, rather than their natural coral pink, but
what the hell did that matter, she found herself thinking.
"Beautiful," he whispered again, as if to make sure that she
heard him.
His hand was back on her body again. This time gently
caressing the sleek flatness of her stomach, his fingertips
teasingly ringing the deep well of her navel. She shivered.
Damn! she cursed herself. She could feel her nipples
responding to the taunting gentle manipulation of his hand. Slut!
You're nothing better than a cock hungry slut!
It didn't help. Her nylon-confined nipples still tingled,
pushing against the fabric of her bra.
Working slowly upward, his hand glided beneath the restrained
globe of her right tit and slowly caressed the bulging lower
curve. She shivered again. Then his palm cupped beneath the
sister mound and repeated its loving fondle.
The bastard! He's doing exactly like he did last night!
Thinking she felt the grip on her pinned wrists slacken, she
suddenly jerked and twisted. The strength of his hand hadn't
diminished in the least. He held her firmly and continued his play
without the slightest pause for her struggles.
Circling in a spiralling path, his fingers brushed around and
around the captive globes of flesh. Despite the covering of nylon,
she felt him, felt every little movement of his fingertips. The
sheer fabric seemed only to increase the sexy feel of him,
suffusing the pleasant sensations of his hands. Her nipples were
alive, straining outward, pressing against the cloth of her bra.
His fingers then drifted into the deep valley between the
mounded forms of her breasts. Carefully, they tucked under the
fabric.
His eyes rose to her again, glinting with delight as they
caught the excited flare of her nostrils and the wide-eyed gaze of
definite interest.
His hand jerked forward. A sharp biting pain ran across her
shoulders. It was the broad strap of her bra! Then it was gone
as suddenly as it had come. He had ripped the front of her bra
open. Her tits, pink and vulnerable, now stood out from her
chest, displaying their nakedness, while wispy bits of torn nylon
dangled to their sides, moving in the slight breeze.
Involuntarily, she sucked her breath in. It hissed as it
rushed through her teeth on the way to her lungs. Whether she
wanted it or not, her body was reacting to him. She was enjoying
this rough treatment. Just as she had enjoyed the things he had
done to her last night!
His hand rose to her tits again. This time his fingers were
met by the summery warmth of her flesh. She quivered, trying to
push the mounting excitement of her body away.
His fingers lightly brushing and tapping at her erect nipple
did little to help. Nor did the wonderfully squeezing finger that
expertly kneaded and rolled the firm cushions of flesh.
And when he cupped one of the tempting globes of melon-like
tit and pushed it upward so that he could just barely get his lips
and tongue on the deep pink cherry of aroused flesh that topped
it, there was nothing she could think to do, except moan.
His tongue was like a feathery whip of pleasure. He licked
and laved, slickening the fat, plump nipple. He lashed and whipped
over its hardening surface, causing her chest to heave with
labored breaths.
His lips closed over the excited bud and he sucked---an
action that only increased the wonderful tingling that flooded
through the billowy mound and suffused down into her loins.
She moaned again, arching her back away from the wrinkled
trunk of the tree, in a hope of giving him more of her wanton
breast. But the confining position he had her pinned in did
little to help.
If he'd only let my hands go! she found herself wishing and
not caring. She knew as she had known last night that she wanted
what he had given her. She wanted it now, as she wanted it then!
With a moist little sucking sound, his lips slid from her
nipple and his hand squeezed around the fleshy globe as he rolled
it against her chest.
His eyes met hers again and he leaned to her.
Their lips met. This time, he found no resistance, no
struggle, no protest!
She opened her mouth to admit the moist, warm probe of his
tongue. She accepted the oral digit into her mouth, caressing it
and teasing it with her own tongue. He drilled deeply, flicking
toward her throat.
She felt him move at her side, pressing against her, then
covering her from the front. She could have made her kicks
connect now, but that was the furthest thing from her mind, as she
felt the bulging thickness that pressed against her from the
crotch of his pants.
Her pelvis pushed out and rubbed into the bulge. She felt him
tremble a little, but enough for her hands to slip free and cling
tightly around his back.
As his tongue retreated from her mouth, she moved after it
into his mouth. Her gyrating oral digit flicked and twisted
within the humid warmth of his mouth, dancing lightly over and
under his tongue.
His hand climbed up her back and slowly worked at her blouse.
Briefly she unwrapped her arms from around him, so that he could
slip it and the shredded remains of her bra free and toss them to
the ground. Then her arms were around him again, drawing him
close.
Eventually, they parted and he gazed down at her, an
undeniable light of certainty in his eyes, "Kneel down."
She obeyed his whispered command, trembling as she dropped
before him, her green eyes never leaving his face. He smiled
reassuringly.
"Suck me off," he whispered his next command. It came as if
to make sure she knew neither one of them no longer spoke of rape.
She glanced at the thick knoll that strained from the front
of his pants and nodded without looking at him.
Her fingers slowly drifted out and traced up and down the
swollen shape beneath his jeans. His legs opened, spreading a
little as her fingers found his zipper and moved it downward, then
dipped inside his fly, carefully maneuvering the fat rod of flesh
she found free of its confinement.
That it was thick, she already knew. She had felt it last
night and it had packed her to the brim. But seeing the full size
of his club-like prodder was something else. While no more than
six inches long, it was at least two inches in diameter, and the
gorged glans looked like some small red apple.
And from the long, slitted mouth at the direct center of the
arrow-shaped crown welled a large drop of crystal clear fluid.
Juice that she stirred from his loins.
Grasping the thickness of his cock with both of her hands,
she leaned to his crotch. Her pink tongue snaked out and lapped
away the heavy drop. The familiar taste of sex filled her mouth.
It was a taste she liked. No! A taste she loved! She rolled the
singular drop in her mouth, savoring it, then she swallowed.
Her tongue flicked out again, this time washing its way over
the bloated-looking crown of his cock. It looked so firm and
hard, yet it was smooth and soft. The delicious combination was
arousing. She licked some more, thoroughly enjoying the task her
father-in-law had set her to.
He moaned as she continued her delicate laving over the
sensitive thickness of his glans and moaned as her tongue ran up
and down the firm column of his sex, leaving it glistening with
the wetness of her saliva.
She nibbled and teethed her way up and down the plump
hardness, delighting in the virile feel of his manhood. Then she
gave its bulging head one last kiss and pulled away.
Her emerald eyes rolled up to him once again.
"Suck it!" he repeated, his voice less steady and filled with
the desire she was igniting within his loins.
Which is exactly what she did.
Her predatory lips moved in, opening in a wide "O" of tightly
pressed muscle. Over the hugely massive crown knob, her lips
pouted.
Then she sucked!
She sucked, pulling on the ponderous head. She sucked as her
tongue whipped and lashed over its agitated surface. She sucked
delighting in the fatness of the manmeat she possessed.
He groaned and his lips lurched forward. At least half of
his length plunged into her mouth, vanishing into her face.
She gulped and sucked in her breath through her nostrils to
suppress the urge to gag. Then she slipped further down the fat
rod.
He was too big for her to take all of him. At least too big
for this first time in her mouth. Perhaps after some time, she
could accommodate his ponderous mass in her face. But not now.
Still, she took enough of his swollen stalk to let him know she
was giving him head and enough for her to know that he could
easily crack her jaws, if suddenly he became overactive.
But he didn't.
He just stood there, letting her do the work, watching as her
head bobbed up and down on his pole of flesh. Delighting as she
slid her lips on and off his cock. Thrilling as her cheeks
hollowed while she sucked, then stuffed outward as she swallowed
up his prick once again.
She could hear him moaning. She could feel the rigidity that
stiffened his cock to a hard pole of flesh, And she could feel the
thick knot that pushed up along the underside of his shaft.
Then he blasted into her mouth.
Hot come in a direct race from his balls splattered over her
tongue and coated the roof of her mouth. She swallowed and sucked,
welcoming each of the thick spurts of sexual cream that exploded
out from his loins. Again and again, she gulped down the
viscosity that exuberantly spilled from the head of his cock.
She sucked at him, milking at his throbbing rod for even
further offerings.
"No more," he groaned, his hips jerking back, rudely
wrenching his shaft from her lips. "No more!"
Still on her knees, she stared up, pleased with the grin of
satisfaction that spread across her father-in-law's face.
Chapter 8
It took a few moments for Michael One to steady himself.
Diana's oral passion was something he had not reckoned with.
However, he had disproved the "rape" theory of his daughter-in-law
to his satisfaction and hopefully to hers.
But that was something he intended to make sure of at the
moment.
Diana shivered with excitement as her father-in-law smiled
down at her. It stemmed from the lubricious gleam in his dark
eyes and the still stiff lance of man flesh that jutted from his
groin. She trembled and whimpered.
The aroused thrills increased as he leaned over and lifted
her to her feet. Without speaking, he pulled her half-naked body
to his, crushing her supple form to him. She came without
hesitation, the stiff nipples of her melon-like breasts stabbing
at his chest.
There was absolutely no protest this time as his tongue
darted from his mouth. Her lips opened and accepted the oral
probe that filled the emptiness left by his withdrawn cock. Her
own tongue playfully dueled around the flicking invader, then
pushed its way into his mouth.
Carefully, she wedged a thigh between his legs and rubbed it
over the exposed length of his manhood, still hard and powerful
feeling, despite the demand she had just placed on his seminal
reservoir. He moaned around the mouthful of tongue that speared
toward the back of his throat.
She pressed tightly to him, relishing in the inciting
sensation of her tit mounds flattening against his chest, then
slowly swaying her hips so that the pancaked globes rolled
deliciously over him. Her hand slid down his back, anchoring into
the taut boulders of his ass and pulled his crotch to hers.
Simultaneously, his hands followed hers, dipping beneath the
tight waistband of her slacks and under the elastic tops of her
panties. Her little wiggle movements increased to a provocative
dance as his hands covered the perky, rounded curves of her
bottom. He squeezed down. His fingers firmly dug into the fleshy
demiglobes, kneading her silken buttocks as he had fondled the
moldable mounds of her young, proud breasts.
For several minutes they clung to each other, their tongues
darting and exploring the now familiar interiors of their mouths.
Their hands squeezed and urged. Their bodies pressed together with
a sensual nearness.
Reluctantly, they separated, gazing at one another for a
silent second or two. Then his hands withdrew from her ass and
moved to the front of her burgandy hip-huggers.
While he worked the button and zipper to her slacks free, her
own fingers occupied themselves with the imposing shaft that
speared wantonly from his fly.
With loving tenderness, her fingertips glided up and down the
still moist spike of flesh; still damp with the traces of her
saliva. It jerked and jumped under her spright teasing. Its red
glans glistened from the fresh sexual oils that oozed from his
balls.
A little tug came from each side of her hips. She wiggled
and helped him work the clinging slacks down her thighs until they
fell around her ankles. He followed the same procedure to remove
the naughty pink mesh panties she wore.
She had to give up her hold on his thick prick as he leaned
over and suddenly lifted her in his arms. Not particularly caring
where he was taking her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and
playfully nibbled at his ear.
About twenty feet from where their enjoyable confrontation
had begun, he gently laid her on the ground between two towering
magnolias. The grass was thick there, like a natural bed. It
felt cool and exciting against the nakedness of her body as she
stretched out voluptuously at his feet.
Smiling down at the willing young woman, his fingers worked
free the buttons to his shirt and threw it aside. With the same
quickness, he managed to peel away his pants and the boxer shorts
he wore, to join his enticing daughter-in-law in her nakedness.
Lowering himself beside her in their grassy bed, he once more
scooped her up in his arms. Her inciting fingers were back at his
cock, as he slid one of his hands between her silk-textured
thighs. She whimpered with arousal as his palm closed around the
fleshy mound of her pubis.
He squeezed, roughly molding the vulnerable knoll of her sex.
Her hips twitched eagerly, hunching their willingness into his
fingers. He could feel the moisture of her anticipation welling
from between the outer lips of her labia. There was no need for
further foreplay, but that was exactly what made the things he did
to her so enjoyable.
Wiggling a finger into the thick, quivering lips of her cunt,
he sluiced into the juice-filled channel of her vagina, twisting
and twirling the intimate digit. The soft folds of her tunnel of
desire responded, squeezing around the probe that had invaded her
body. Her pelvis moved up and down, working itself on him as if
it were feeding on the thickness of a cock, rather than a single
finger.
His nakedness only made the wonderfully firm mounds of her
breasts that more enjoyable. Heavy and round, they pressed
against his chest, rolling and spearing the stiffness of their
erect nipples into his skin.
Her hands slid up and down on his prick, neither demanding or
urgent, but letting him know she was more than ready to have its
thickness buried within the tight sheath of her belly.
But he still waited, gliding another finger into her heated
hole of passion, while yet another fingertip tapped at her clit,
taunting it out from under the thin membrane of its hood. It was
as if he teased her body to quell forever whatever traces of
"rape" still remained in her body. He taunted her, stirring her
lust in the same manner he had used last night in the dim-lit
passageway.
She whimpered, writhing against his body, as big fingers
expertly manipulated dual digits into the enveloping socket of
sex, while his third finger flicked and fondled a prodigious
series of thrills through her body.
She felt him move beside her and his free hand rolled her to
her back. He edged up a little and his mouth kissed at her neck
working downward until it captured one of the high-perched
cherries of flesh topping a warm, pink-colored tit. His tongue
moistly caressed the stiffened bud as his lips sucked.
She groaned. The double stimulation of her body was
fantastic. Her lips twisted with the mounting desires that
trembled through her. Her body writhed, swishing over the crisp,
green bed of grass. Her hips rose and fell in time with the
steady in-out pumping of his fingers. Her hands clamped tightly
around his cockshaft, squeezing and jacking along its pulsating
length.
He was controlling her once again. It was a repeat of their
first meeting in the voyeur's alcove. He knew the sexual needs of
a woman and even more important, he cared about fulfilling them.
Only one man had had that type of control over her body until now-
--her husband, Michael. Now she had found another---her father-
in-law.
She groaned, as his fingers upped their tempo, sluicing into
the hot mouth of her belly. Her hips surged up and down, matching
the increased rhythm.
Michael! What would he think ... what would he do, if he
knew I were here? If he knew I were giving my body to his father
with the same willingness that I gave myself to him?
She wanted to straighten the thoughts out in her mind. She
wanted to know what to do and how to handle the situation, but
those marvelous fingers gliding in and out of her vagina were too
demanding.
I'm a whore! A shameless slut who can't get enough sex!
Can't get enough hot, hard cock stuffed up my cunt!
But she didn't feel like a slut. She felt like a passion-
filled woman who was getting the sex she needed and wanted, from
an experienced man who knew how to satisfy her.
God! He feels so good! I'm going to come if he keeps this
up! I want his cock for that! Not his fingers!
Still, her father-in-law pumped his vigorously gliding
fingers into the trembling groove of her pussy. In and out, then
twisting a little, he finger-fucked her, eliciting desire-laden
whimpers and moans from her writhing lips.
Does he want me to beg? Does he want me to plead for his
cock, like I did last night?
She knew the answers to her questions even before she asked
them to herself. She knew he wanted to be asked to fuck her. He
wanted her to know that he had only given her what she had wanted
last night and at no time had there ever been a question of rape.
He was right. She had wanted him. Even when she had discovered
the cock that filled her wasn't her husband's, she had wanted him;
wanted him just as she wanted and ached for him now.
"Fuck me!" she moaned, gasping for her breath. "Please, I
want this wonderful cock of yours! Please! My God, PLEASE!"
His mouth immediately pulled off her tit and he slid atop
her, his fulI weight pressing her into the ground and she loved
every manly ounce of his body. His fingers jerked free of her
snatch and gripped her hips.
Her hands guided the knob-like thickness of his shaft's head
to the waiting, throbbing entrance of her cunt. His hips jerked
violently and he slammed up into the quivering wetness of her
pussy.
She grunted-whimpered with the abrupt penetration of her
passion-keen body. His thickness packed her to the brim.
There was no pause, no hesitating moment to revel in the
union of their bodies.
His pelvis jerked up, wrenching the filling firmness of cock
from her vagina in a brusk manner, then he lurched forward,
cramming his bigness back Into the sheathing envelope of desire.
She grunted again, as his heavy impact forced the air from
her lungs in a startled "Hooufff!" But this is the way she wanted
it. Hard and rough!
Again the straining hugeness of his sexual pole jerked curtly
back. She felt her clinging cunt follow its rapid retreat,
flowing wetly around his cock's circumference.
Downward his hips plunged again, grinding into her, as he
shafted the ponderous root of flesh back up into her belly. The
tight channel of her cunt stretched back before the invading
arrow-shaped tip of his cock. The walls of her vagina closed
around his swollen mass, squeezing tautly.
His breath was hard and fast, like the sound of a rutting
animal, as he pumped in and out of her wet, pink cunt. The
bestial manner of his assault only heightened the avid need she
had for him, this new lover, her father-in-law.
Despite the heaviness of his weight, she worked her hips in
the same rigorous tempo of his jackhammering strokes. Up and
down, she hunched, arching her back to meet each slamming thrust
of his cock, then dropping her ass to the grassy coolness of the
ground beneath her, as he jerked out.
His hands were moving on her. She could feel them through
the lust-haze cloud that suffused through her body. They were
moving downward, from her hips, caressing her thighs. No, they
were sliding behind her knees.
Abruptly, her legs were whipped upward and pushed toward her
chest, his arms holding them there!
The juice-filled furrow of her desire opened to him in an
increased angle of entry. His still ramrodding prick lunged
forward, spearing into the innermost depths of her cunt.
She groaned and writhed, her hips no longer able to move.
Deep, thick and gorged, his inflexible length of cock skewered her
body.
"Ahhhaggghhh!" she accepted the deep-rooted impact of his
sex.
Brutally, almost in a punishing fashion, his hips rose and
fell. He slammed into her. He ground his crotch into hers, his
hairy ball bag slapping at the curves of her uptilted ass cheeks.
He lashed. He pounded.
She loved it!
Her hands were dug into his taut buttocks. Her fingernails
were biting into his ass as he fucked her. She pulled at him,
trying to force even more of the deeply slamming man meat into her
pussy.
Her vagina seared with the rising, consuming heat of her
desire. He was a living lance that speared again and again into
the open wound of her body. Unable to move, she made up for it by
squeezing. Her cunt was a sucking mouth that ate at the thick
shaft that filled and packed it. She squeezed down, attempting to
make her channel of sex a glove-like socket for him. She
strained, drawing her pussy tighter and tighter.
He grunted like a lust-maddened bull, his hips lashing up and
down. His cock whipped in and out of her. Harder and deeper, he
crammed into the burning socket of her body. He skewered her. He
rammed her. He plowed into the wanton slash of her hot sex.
Higher and higher, she rose. Nearer and nearer to the
release her body screamed for, he whipped her on.
Her hands were raking claws of desperation on his buttocks.
Pulling and urging him, she dug into the taut rocks of his ass.
He responded, his pelvis slapping into hers harder and
harder. His cock was a fiery piston that only strove deeper,
trying to split her up the middle.
She squeezed and writhed, unable to get enough of the fatness
of his sex, as she soared closer and closer to climax. She
groaned and whimpered the urgent demands of her body. She moaned
and grunted as his body pounded over and over into her.
In and out, out and in, his lust-laden shaft impaled the
quivering slash of her sex. He drilled and ground. He skewered
and poled. His whole body was tense, as he held back the flood
that once more boiled up from his balls. He fucked! He fucked
her, doing his damnedest to slam his cock all the way up her!
Like a series of unleashed earthquakes, it racked through her
body. Tremors, flesh tremors of desire and release, writhed
through her. She thrashed and twisted under him, screwing her
cunt fully with the fat, swollen length of his shaft.
She cried out in wailing whimpers of delight. Her body
exploded and blasted free. Her passion swirled and lashed in the
ecstasy of its freedom. Every nerve in her body sizzled with
white-hot heat. She came, rocked and caressed by the ultimate of
pleasures.
Simultaneously, his balls broke free, glushing a fresh load
of come into the orgasmically contracting folds of her cunt. He
fountained into her opened body, flooding the sheathing well of
her sex with the thick fluids of his release. He filled her until
the creamy whiteness of his come oozed around the buried thickness
of his cock and seeped from her cunt.
Chapter 9
Neither of them moved for several minutes, their bodies still
locked together. But, eventually, she felt his cock deflate,
slowly slithering out of her body and he rolled from atop her and
lay at her side in the grass.
"That was good," she whispered, as she cradled into the
hollow of his shoulder.
He squeezed her and lightly kissed her forehead in answer.
"Last night ..." she started, then stopped, unsure of exactly
how to pose her question.
"Mmmmmm?" his hand idly slid along her side, pausing to
fondle the bulging base of a breast.
"Well, I don't know how to put it," she started again. "But
last night, did you know what I was doing in the passage?"
"Sure," he chuckled. "You, were peeping in windows."
"I mean," she pressed, "did you know what I was watching?"
"Yes," he kissed her lightly. "You were watching Bryan and
the girls making love. I could see through the mirror too, you
know."
His abrupt answer with all its candidness somehow shocked
her.
"What were you doing there?" she went on trying to get to the
bottom of what was bothering her.
"Other than what obviously occurred," he chuckled again,
pulling her to him, "I was going to do exactly what you were
doing."
"What?" she couldn't believe what he had just said.
"Why not?" he questioned with amusement. "Paula and Kate are
quite attractive young girls. Together they're quite a sensual
pair. And they both enjoy having Bryan."
She was silent, comprehending what he had just said, but
still disbelieving the incestuous relationships that apparently
existed within the Hightower family.
"Lorraine was occupied," he went on, "and I must admit I find
watching my daughters quite stimulating. Didn't you?"
Something rang funny in her mind. Diana rolled her father-
in-law's last comment. Then it struck her---Lorraine was
occupied! Michael!
"Were Michael and Lorraine together!" she stammered. "I mean
were they together!"
Michael One laughed and hugged her close, amused at her
befuddlement, "I think you'll have to ask them. But before my son
found you, he and Lorraine were quite a pair."
Diana tried to get angry. But she couldn't. Hell! What have
I gotten myself into! Here I am naked, thoroughly fucked by my
new father-in-law, who has just told me my husband is having an
affair with his stepmother!
Actually, the whole picture was perfectly clear to her, she
just was having a hard time accepting it. She had suddenly been
brought into a family that believed in togetherness, especially
when it came to sexual matters.
"Let me make sure I know what you're saying," she pressed one
more time. "You, Lorraine, Bryan, Paula and Kate..."
"Don't forget Jim," her father-in-law laughed. "We're all in
love with each other and dig the hell out of balling."
He paused, staring into her green eyes, "Welcome to the
family."
Despite her confusion and her mild state of shock, the
meaning of his words penetrated and she shivered with
anticipation, remembering everything she had seen last night.
Even the mental picture of Michael screwing his stepmother didn't
seem to bother her. In fact, she found it rather exciting. She
and Michael had had lovers before they met and she had always
assumed that they both would continue to do so at one time or
another. Perhaps it was better this way. Let everything come out
in the open.
After all, it's all in the family!
Michael One stirred again, "I don't know about you, but I
think I could use a quick dip in the pond before heading back to
the house. Care to join me?"
Diana nodded. While the thick St. Augustine grass was
beautiful to look at, it was starting to irritate her skin,
reminiscent of the prickly feeling she used to get when she was a
kid and used to rough house in the grass with the other kids in
her neighborhood. A playtime activity that had stopped once the
boys started to notice that the girls were girls and suddenly
began to add new little twists to their football games.
Michael One helped her from the ground and they walked to the
pond. Without hesitating, he did a springy little dive and knifed
into the clear water. Then, without thinking, she followed. As
she struck the water, she remembered his earlier comments about
the pond being spring fed.
COLD!
Even in the warm spring weather, the water was icy.
Shivering, she quickly splashed around, rinsing away the itching
traces of the grass, then clambered out of the water, clutching
herself at the edge of the pond. Her father-in-law laughed, but
quickly followed suit.
"Sorry, but we forgot to bring towels," he said, running his
fingers through the thick mop of his black hair, then shaking his
head vigorously. "The sun will dry us in a little bit."
Together they gathered the scattered clothes they had hastily
disposed of earlier, then walked to the picnic table, stretching
out and letting the sun warm their chilled bodies. Neither of
them said much, as they enjoyed the toasty feeling of the sun
soaking into their skin.
Somehow, as they turned over, they ended up in each other's
arms again. This time Diana took the role of the aggressor,
realizing that she wanted this man, her father-in-law, again. He
had the same sexual attraction she had only found in her husband
up until now. Just looking at either one of them sent shivery
waves of gooseflesh racing up and down her back and flooded her
cunt with wetness.
In short time, she had worked his sleeping prick back to its
club-like size. This time, she straddled him, impaling herself on
his cock.
Neither of them rushed. Instead, they let the seeds of
desire slowly blossom under a gentle, steady undulation of their
hips and the tender caressing of their hands.
She came first. Then increasing the rocking, plunging motion
of her pelvis, she fucked him until she received another flood of
sperm and semen gushing hotly into the welcoming recesses of her
belly.
She declined another offer for a "refreshing plunge" into the
pond in favor of just rinsing the well-used mound of her sex, as
she waded at the edge of the pool. Michael One (which she now
thought of as one word, and pronounced it that way, as did the
rest of the family) splashed around for a few minutes, then came
running out of the water.
Picking their clothes up from the picnic tables and tucking
them under his arm, he said, "The sun'll dry us on the way back to
the house."
Her head jerked around, doing a classical double take, "You
mean, you want me to go back to the house like this! Naked!"
"Yes," he said, making no effort to hand her her clothes.
"The only ones at the house are part of the family ... your
family."
Still unsure of her new relationship, she trotted to his
side, as he started toward the mansion. She understood him. She
was part of the Hightower family, a thought that excited her. She
was free to have open sexual relationships with the members of her
new family, as they were with her.
But what about Michael? He might have been balling Lorraine
last night, but he doesn't know I've fucked and have been fucked
by his father!
She remembered his own uneasiness as they drove into the
estate yesterday. Had it been because he thought she wouldn't
accept the open incestual life of his family? Or was it because
he wanted to keep her away from that same life?
It couldn't be the latter reason, she told herself, or could
it?
She didn't know. But whatever his thoughts and worries were,
it was too late for her, she realized, as her father-in-law opened
the door to the Hightower home and she stepped inside the kitchen.
Lorraine and Bryan were sitting at the table, preparing to
make themselves sandwiches from a platter of cold cuts and breads
laid out neatly on a large tray. Both their eyes widened as they
turned to the newcomers, then their lips smiled.
Diana tried to smile back, but her nudity made her feel more
than slightly uncomfortable. She felt Michael One's hand pressing
at the small of her back, moving her through the kitchen and into
the hall, then to the den. Her father-in-law motioned for her to
sit on the couch.
"Relax," he smiled, as she took her seat. "Lorraine and
Bryan will join us in a moment. Remember, you're a member of our
family now."
A member and fully initiated, she thought, feeling her
stomach doing all sorts of nervous quivers. Initiated by the head
of the family.
Diana's head twisted a little in reaction to the padded
footsteps she heard coming down the hall. They grew closer,
moving through the rooms of the mansion.
Then Lorraine and her son entered. Both of them had shed
their clothes somewhere along the way to the den.
Bryan's body she knew well, having watched it and longed for
it as the youth so expertly serviced his sisters last night. But
Lorraine was something else. The older woman never ceased to amaze
her. It was easy to see where Paula inherited the womanly flares
of her youthful body.
There were faint stretch marks that gave away the fact that
the blonde-haired woman had born children, but other than that,
Diana would have stuck to her original estimate of Lorraine's age
being in the twenties. Her breasts were like large, cushiony
pillows, swaying temptingly as she strode proudly into the den,
apparently completely comfortable in her nakedness. The pointed
tips of her light brown nipples traced invisible circles in the
air, moved by the pendulous juggle of her bountiful tits.
She was wagging her hips in an exaggerated fashion, as if to
draw all their attentions to the shaven smoothness of her pubic
mound. But for Diana, there was no need. The sleek, creamy
plumpness of her mother-in-law's pubis had already caught her
eyes.
It looks so vulnerable, so tempting, she mused mentally, I
wonder how Michael would react if I did that. Then she fumbled in
her thoughts, I wonder how Michael liked that?, remembering what
Michael One had said. I bet she's had her cunt surgically
tightened after she had her children. Any woman who's taken so
much care with her body would have done that.
Lorraine smiled at her again, as if confirming her unspoken
speculations, as she crossed the room and joined her husband,
perching herself on the arm of his chair.
The elder Hightower's caressing arms slid around her in an
intimate greeting. One of his hands worked its way up her
nakedness and cupped under a huge mound of tit. Diana could see
the excited waves of gooseflesh ripple over her mother-in-law's
creamy skin, as the fingers that possessed her breast kneaded into
the pliable pillow of flesh. Lorraine sighed softly, not so much
with desire, but with soothing comfort.
The sigh was abruptly transformed to a deeply sucking hiss,
as the woman jerked a little. Michael One's other hand had crept
between her slim thighs and he had embedded his index finger into
the shaven nakedness of her cunt. Diana watched as his finger
slowly moved in and out, glistening with the sexual moisture it
had found waiting within Lorraine's body. Her mother-in-law's
gleaming blue eyes misted quickly under the steady pumping of the
hand that had invaded her body, then fluttered closed. The full
redness of her lips writhed slowly, as she gave herself to the
pleasure her husband was inciting within the cleft of her loins.
Diana shivered despite herself. What she was watching was
sexy! A beautiful woman had just given herself to a most
desirable man. And in turn, he was giving her pleasure. A warm
wetness welled within Diana's loins. She wished that she and
Lorraine had exchanged places. She wanted her father-in-law to be
fondling and caressing her. She wanted his delightfully taunting
fingers to be working in her pussy. That he had just fucked her
twice less than an hour ago didn't matter; she wanted him again.
She would even allow him to take her here, in front of Lorraine
and Bryan, if he would just take her.
Michael One glanced up and seeing Diana's arousal-widened
eyes, smiled. As if to tell her that he was now occupied by the
delightful bundle of womanflesh in his arms, his finger quickened
its in-out skewering of his wife's pussy. Lorraine groaned,
thoroughly lost in the pleasure he had ignited in her. And Diana
shivered with mounting desire again, hoping.
But her father-in-law diverted his attention back to his
wife. His one hand kneading and squeezing into the creamy
whiteness of Lorraine's breasts, while his other hand sluiced in
and out of her cunt.
The blonde groaned, leaning back further for the support of
her husband's body. Her thighs opened a little more, allowing his
now flying digit even further access to her pouting cunt. Unable
to work her pelvis in rhythm with the probing finger---if she did,
she'd have rudely unseated herself---her hips swayed in a
delightful little wiggling motion that rippled the wall of her
finger-fucked vagina around the gliding digit.
Lorraine's head rolled back on her shoulders and rocked from
side to side. Her lips twisted with the mounting agony of need
that filled her. Her body quaked and she groaned and whimpered.
Harder and faster, his finger sliced between the now trembly
shaven lips of her labia. Diana could feel the growing electric
excitement that possessed her mother-in-law. She could also feel
the rapid-fire strokes of the finger that buried itself in the
woman's open sex. Involuntarily, her body tensed each time his
hand slammed roughly into the naked pubic mound. Her breathing
increased to labored heaves of arousal, following the lustful
metamorphosis that had transformed Lorraine.
Then her mother-in-law came. The voluptuous bundle of woman
moaned and panted as her body was possessed by the breaking waves
of released sexual energy. She groaned and whimpered in a high-
pitched squeal of unabandoned delight.
Michael One's finger immediately slowed its quick driving
motions and glided soothingly in and out of the wet socket of her
pussy. He pulled his wife to him, holding her close as she
descended from the plateau of pleasure he had led her to.
Slowly, but surely, Lorraine regained her composure and
turned to her husband, planting a long, loving, wet and loud kiss
on his lips. When they parted, they both turned to Diana, who
felt like squirming under the sudden interest of their gazes.
"I found Diana using the alcove last night," Michael One said
almost casually. "She was quite aroused by our children."
Lorraine smiled again, a smile that said she fully understood
Diana's reaction, but she did not comment. However, Diana had the
distinct feeling that the older woman knew exactly what had
happened in the passageway last night. She did squirm a little,
when she realized that it was Lorraine that had suggested she take
a morning's stroll around the estate. Had she and Michael One
planned the encounter? Had they been willing partners in a
conspiracy to initiate her into the Hightower family?
She heard something stir to her side and glanced toward the
entrance to the den. Bryan still stood there. She had forgotten
about the youth. The effects of watching his parents were quite
evident. His naked cock jutted powerfully from his groin,
stabbing upward into the air at a forty-five degree angle. Her
eyes followed the pulsing throb of its stiff arousal for several
seconds, before turning back to Michael One and Lorraine.
"Bryan, don't you think you should welcome Diana into our
family," the elder Hightower suggested to his stepson then added
almost as an afterthought. "I think she was particularly
interested in your and Paula's activities last night"
The young boy grinned at his stepfather, then turned to
Diana, his face an expression of willing enthusiasm and
uncertainty at his sister-in-law's reaction.
I can take that, Diana found herself thinking, as she smiled
and nodded reassuringly at Bryan without a second thought to her
actions. Her memories of his thorough fucking of his sister's ass
last night had made an impression. And the thought of him shoving
that long, hard, young cock up her ass, after the sexy
manipulation of Lorraine's body she had just seen, was more than
her body could take without relief.
He crossed the room eagerly, nearly banging his shin into the
side of the couch, as he came to her. As if he were afraid she
would change her mind and suddenly refuse him, he reached out and
pulled her to him. His tongue had wiggled itself into her mouth
and was flicking around wonderfully before she had gotten over the
start of his abruptness. Then she opened her mouth to give his
tongue free rein.
Probing toward her throat, his oral digit danced and darted
around in her mouth, tickling against the roof of her mouth. Her
lips writhed against his, clamping lightly down as she sucked
suggestively at its warm wetness. The tantalizing suction slowly
increased, until he moaned as she threatened to swallow his tongue
with it still rooted in his mouth.
When she released her strong hold on his oral probe, it
quickly slithered back into his mouth, with her chasing it. This
time she threw her tongue into his driving his lips wider to
accept her enthusiastic thrust. She imitated his actions,
playfully teasing over his tongue and licking at the roof of his
mouth.
Her own startled little moan came not from his sucking at her
tongue, but the tightness of the hand that abruptly gripped at the
mound of her sex. He squeezed her pubic knoll roughly, with a
youthful vigor that sent thrilling shivers running up and down her
spine. He kneaded at the plump protuberance of her sex, grinding
his palms against the quivering lips of her labia.
The stiff firmness of his cock pressed closely against the
smoothness of her thigh did little to quell the growing excitement
that rushed through her body.
As they remained locked together in their embrace, her own
hands tauntingly tickled their way down the muscular ripples of
his back and out the taut roundness of his buttocks. His ass was
hard, tense with her presence. That realization thrilled her. She
liked the sexual arousal that men displayed. That she was
responsible for that excitement made it that much better.
As his hand continued the intimate massage of her sex mound,
her fingers gripped at his ass, squeezing with inciting firmness.
Her hands dug into his hind cheeks, turning the whiteness of his
skin to a bruised red, then a tortured white. The urgings of her
fingers and palms only increased the kneading of his hand.
She squeezed herself close against his youthful chest,
rolling just a little so that the balls of her tits flattened.
His tongue speared back into her mouth and she sucked welcomingly
at it.
Her fingers tickled up and down the deep crease separating
the hard cushions of his ass cheeks. He squirmed against her,
moaning as best he could with his tongue still trapped between her
sucking lips. Lower and lower, the seductive dance of her
fingertips drifted. His squirming increased, as he pressed
himself harder against her, pushing her back into the couch.
The action slightly raised his rear mounds enough for her
fingers to part them further. The delving tantalizations of her
brushing fingertips dipped deeper, softly drifting over the taut
ring of his anus. Once again he groaned and pushed himself hard
against her. A response that only increased as an inquisitive
little fingertip pushed up into his asshole and wiggled around as
a reminder of the greeting into the Hightower family he was
supposed to give her.
Squeezing tightly down on the now lust-aching mound of her
sex, he managed to tickle a finger into the moist lips of her
labia, then eagerly drilled into the juice-flooded channel of her
vagina. Excited shivers rocked through her body as she accepted
the impaling digit and contracted the muscles of her cunt around
it with approval.
Slowly, the embedded finger began to move, doing a small
twisting movement, then wiggling. Responding, she repeated the
motions with the finger she had plugged into his ass. Together,
they worked each other's bodies, stirring and fanning the flames
of desire that sizzled through them.
As his stepfather had finger-fucked his mother but moments
ago, the boy slowly slid his finger in and out of the hot pocket
of sex between his sister-in-law's thighs. There was no doubt in
his mind now. She was enjoying it as much as he was. Her hot cunt
seemed to grip at him, sucking at his finger each time he plunged
it up into the mouth of her belly. She was moaning now and her
hips were swishing around on the couch beneath her.
That she was ready and willing to take the hardness of his
pulsing cock was more than apparent to him when he finally slid
his mouth from hers and whispered in her ear, "You've got to get
up and lean over."
She nodded reluctantly and slowly pulled the finger she had
embedded two knuckles deep from his ass. He whimpered a little as
the digit came free. As she did when he slid his finger from her
cunt, leaving her evacuated and empty.
Extracting herself from his young arms, she stood. Michael
One and Lorraine were still seated in their chair. They smiled at
her with approval. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt
that she should be uncomfortable with them just sitting there
watching her and their son satisfy the lust of their bodies. But
she didn't. In fact, she found herself admitting she enjoyed the
thought of the older couple watching them. And that Lorraine's
hand was gripped tightly around the fully erect length of her
husband's cock, slowly jacking at him, only added to the
excitement that was filling her body.
Smiling back at the couple, she turned her back to them and
leaned over the couch as Bryan had directed. With her arms out-
stretched to fully support her weight, she spread her legs,
opening her body up to the rear attack that would come shortly.
The boy was behind her now. The fat head of his cock nudged
at the upturned curves of her buttocks. She could feel the warm
wetness of his preseminal oils smearing their clearness over her
skin as his cock jumped and jerked with its excitement.
She remembered the deliciously thrilling method he had used
to prepare Paula to take his cock and shivered. The thought of
his mouth kissing at her anus and the soft warmth of his tongue
probing into the little mouth of her ass was enough to drive her
wild. She did her damnedest to relax, knowing with the first
exquisite contact of his mouth she would go rigid with excitement.
She trembled as his hands reached out and soothingly roved
over the upjutting half-moons of her hind cheeks. He was gentle.
His hands tenderly whispered the command to relax and prepare
herself for the entry he was going to make into her bowels. She
thought relax, letting the soft caresses of his hands lull her
toward the state of readiness he wanted.
His gently circling palms drifted between her thighs and
pressed against the silken softness of them. She eased her legs
further apart. He could see the uptilted mound of her pussy now
and the moisture of her desire that dampened the light brown pubic
fur covering in like a soft carpet.
His hands slowly and gingerly massaged at the plump knoll for
a few seconds, then once again, his finger wiggled into the wet
pocket of her cunt. She whimpered with the unexpected invasion of
her body, but did not protest, as his finger swirled around, then
once again withdrew.
She moaned in disappointment and excitement as she felt his
hands grip each of the cushions of her buttocks and spread them.
His moist finger dipped into the deep cleft of her ass and tapped
at her anus, transferring the juices it had brought from her
vagina.
While she would have preferred his mouth and tongue, the
finger-to-cunt-to-ass method he used to make her body ready for
him was far from a turn-off. First he drilled and pumped his digit
into her pussy, whirling around in the abundant juices that
readily flowed within her. Then he returned to her anus,
slickening the tiny ringed mouth with a supply of the natural
lubricants he had taken from her pussy.
Over and over, he repeated the process. His finger slowly
worked its way up into her ass. Then it glided in and out, as he
oiled the tight channel with her own juices. She moaned as the
probing length of his finger pushed its way in and out of her hot
ass. The sensation was fantastic, like an appetizer to what was
to come next; a sampler that prepared her for the thickness that
was coming.
When his fingers finally left the juice-filled mouth of her
sex, she could feel him reach up and grasp the rigid shaft of his
cock. Relax! she urged herself, anticipating the newness of the
Hightower cock she was so willing to take within her lust
commanded body. Relax! she repeated, as she heard him move closer,
readying himself for the attack.
Then he was there, sharply driving the full length of his
hard sex into her body!
But he wasn't in her ass!
He had plunged his full throbbing shaft deeply into the
vulnerably exposed, upturned slash of her cunt.
She groaned.
Her ass wiggled in a provocative dance against his groin.
Her whole body trembled under the abrupt impact.
Despite the complete surprise of his maneuver, she relished
the long hardness that packed deeply into her pussy. Perhaps he's
changed his mind, she thought in the sudden confusion of the
moment, though not really minding. He felt good inside her. And
at the moment, that was all that mattered. Lorraine and Michael
One's activities had left her body aroused. Bryan's delicious
finger-fucking had only tripled the excitement. Now all she
wanted was to be fucked and have the consuming desires of her body
released. Immediately, her hips began to work with his pelvis as
he pumped himself in and out of her.
Yes, she moaned to herself, yes, this is it. This is good!
In and out, he plowed into her cunt, shafting himself in
deep, grinding strokes. His crotch slapped into her uptilted ass,
making a sharp little popping sound as they collided flesh on
flesh. She rocked back and forth, sliding on and off the plunging
length of manmeat that impaled her over and over. She rose,
climbing higher and higher on the clouds of pleasure. Her whole
body focused on the thickness of his sex and the hard length that
plowed into the furrow of her pussy.
He rocked her, his hips whipping back and forth. He speared
her, his rod of cock pumping in and out. She was close, closer
than she could believe, especially since her father-in-law had
already seen that she was well-fucked that day. But this young
boy, the youngest member of the Hightower clan, had her going
again. Her spread thighs were throbbing at an ever increasing
rate. Her body was quaking as waves of heightening pleasure
washed through her.
NO!
No! No! No! Nooooooo!
The deep-rooted stalk of his manhood had suddenly jerked free
from the sheathing channel of her belly with a wet sucking sound.
She was empty, hollow, abandoned on the very edge of her release.
Her body quaked and screamed in violent protest.
"Ahhrrrgggahhhh! God! Oh, my God!"
The complete thickness and hardness of his prick was suddenly
embedded to the hilt in her ass.
The shock of the abrupt impalement was almost painful. She
knew it would have been, had it not been so quick.
But, instead, she only felt packed. She felt every throbbing
inch of his unyielding cock slammed deeply into the tight tunnel
of her rectum. Like a ponderous pole of flesh, his presence
filled her body. He was a brand of fire shoved firmly into her
bowels, burning with a sexual heat that swirled and flamed in a
sunburst of lust.
In an involuntary reaction, her muscles clamped with viselike
tightness around the column of sex that invaded her. She heard
his pleasure-filled moans above her own grunting groans. She
pushed and squeezed trying to expell the massive rod that stuffed
her so fully.
But he remained. His thickness remained firmly implanted in
the pushing and squeezing channel of her back. He throbbed and
pulsed, jerking with inflexible lust.
His hands were back on her buttocks, slowly caressing the
creamy smoothness of her pink ass cheeks. The message of his palms
penetrated the shock-ridden clouds of her mind. Relax, it said,
quelling the violent quivering of her ass muscles. She once again
let his hand lull the tenseness of her body. Slowly, but surely,
the taut squeezing vise of her bowels went flaccid, stretched over
the rigid length of his cock She accustomed herself to him,
feeling out his full size and knowing she was quite capable of
taking all that he could give her.
Still, he did not move. Instead, he just stood there, his
body washed in the exquisite velvet tightness of her ass. His
cock was drenched in the fiery heat of her bowels. Her ass
squeezed down on him again. This time the violent desperation of
her first clutch was gone. Now her tightness came more as a
relishing caress. He moaned deeply as his prick jerked and
throbbed.
In a slow circling movement, her upturned ass wiggled as she
squeezed and relaxed the smooth sheath of her asshole. His
groaning rose, echoing a little within the den. She picked up the
tempo of her swaying hips, washing the thickness of his rod in a
ball-aching flare of exciting friction.
Then his hips moved.
Outward his big cock came. The walls of her ass tunnel
strained out and over the blood-gorged knob of his glans as he
pulled from her. The emptiness he left in his wake was five times
worse than the sudden wrenching from her pussy.
Further and further, he pulled until only the plump crown of
his prick was embedded in the tiny, squeezing mouth of her back.
She wiggled a little and he groaned.
As she did, his pelvis started inward. Forcing her body to
relax, she accepted the ponderous mass of his sex. Inward the
unbending pole of his manhood drilled back into her ass. Inch by
inch, she accommodated him, as he strained and stretched the
round, smooth socket of her rear.
Her body came alive again, trembling with hungry delight as
he entered. Deeper and deeper the throbbing heat of his cock
penetrated, rooting itself into the velvet recesses of her rectum.
His crotch pressed into her ass cheeks and his hips jerked,
forward a little spearing his cock even deeper.
She moaned, clutching at the bigness of his sexual rod. Her
ass clamped lovingly around the pulsing circumference that plugged
her asshole. Her hips gyrated again, swirling the volcanic heat
of her bowels around him.
Then he was pulling free again, slowly, as if unwilling to
give up the well-rooted depths he had achieved, but at the same
time unable to remain still. She relaxed and let him withdraw,
quivering as his movement set off a whole series of blazing
sensations.
As he inched his way back into her rectum, she forced her
body to remain calm, allowing him to probe back into the seething
depths he had set afire with desire. Over and over, he stroked
slowly in and out of her, as if he were getting the feel of
unfamiliar territory.
Then, as his pace increased, her ass started working on its
own. Relaxing, she accepted all of the burning sex brand he could
give her. As he withdrew, she squeezed tightly down, delighting
in the pleasure-aching moans that she drew from his throat.
Her own hips still circled in their provocative dance, but
now they moved up and down, helping him as he fucked her with
taunting slowness. It was under the slow-motion pace of his prick
that she started the rise toward the plateaus of pleasure his
abrupt exit from her cunt had so rudely wrenched her from. Her
whole body was alive again. Every nerve was opened to the
arousing sensations he sent rocketing through her. In and out, he
plowed into the quivering furrow of her ass. She focused her
being on the thickness of his fleshy piston, worshipping the
filling mass of its size.
She thought about Lorraine and Michael One, who sat watching
the expert poling of her body, and wondered if the scene they now
viewed was affecting them the way their sexual play had gotten to
her? But she knew she really didn't care. All she cared about was
the growing hunger of her lust-laden body and the adamantine pole
of flesh that moved in and out of her ass in a steady rhythm.
Her greed for cock got the better of her and her hips jerked
quickly back and forth. The boy behind her got the message and
immediately increased the rocking of his pelvis. No longer did he
inch his way into her bowels, but glided in a long, smooth stroke,
then reversed his motion and slithered outward.
It was good, but she wanted more. Her hips increased the
pace once again and he responded. Their bodies met in a spongy
sort of cushioned thud, crotch to buttocks. The hairy sac of his
testicles slapped at the upturned curves of her hind mounds.
She gyrated and swirled around his ever moving cockshaft. He
groaned and poled into her. She squeezed and sucked at his
length, relishing every fat inch of pleasure he fed into her. She
rocked back and forth, aiding in the repeated impalement of her
body.
His hands gripped into her butt, his fingers digging roughly
into the firmness of her ass cheeks. He clung to her, using her
buttocks for support. His hips lurched and once more he quickened
the tempo of his anal spearing.
Groaning with delight, she accepted him over and over. Her
own body met his rhythm. She bucked into him, driving his
plunging rod deeper and deeper into the volcanic depths of her
ass. She jerked away from him, wrenching the pole of sex from
her.
Her body quaked under the ever increasing impact of his body.
He seared in and out of her and she loved it and wanted more.
Which is exactly what he gave her. His crotch slapped loudly into
her buttocks now, jarring her and setting the elongated cones of
her tits juggling back and forth.
She grunted and moaned as the fever of ardent lust grew and
blazed outward. She lurched back into him, trying to bury the
stiff shaft of sex even deeper into her ass. He burned into her,
pistoning in and out of the tight, clinging tunnel of her rectum.
She wanted to cry out, urging him on harder and deeper, but
he pounded into her, jarring the words from her throat so that
only aroused hisses of flaming desire were emitted into the air.
She felt it was growing now. Hot and higher it swirled within
her. Flaming out from her seething asshole, it consumed her loins
and set the sensitive button of her clit to aching.
Her hands gripped into the cushions of the couch. Her
knuckles were deadly white, strained with the intensity of her
growing fervor. Her ass rocked and bucked, swallowing up and
sucking at the thick shaft of cock that filled her.
Harder and harder, he speared. Like a jackhammer of flesh,
he ground himself into the burning recesses of her anal tunnel.
His balls were lashing with fire, boiling as the need for release
grew. He grunted as he slammed and shafted into the sweet
tightness of her anal sheath.
Back and forth, their bodies rocked together, feeding the
consuming passion that now filled their bodies. Again and again,
they pounded into one another. His cock drove its full length
into the glove-like tightness of her ass. And she accepted the
burning rod of pleasure; a rod of pleasure she now lived for.
Higher and higher, they whipped each other on, driving them
ever closer to the peaks of their desire. Harder and more urgently
their bodies demanded the release that throbbed and ached within
them.
She came first, her whole body erupting. Pleasure unleashed
within her in a wildly flaring nebula of delight. She cried out
her satisfaction, as quake after soul-shattering quake of relief
and pleasure washed through her body. Her ass contracted and
trembled, sucking greedily at the still poling length of his
prick.
From behind, she heard him groan and his hips suddenly
lurched forward, driving his shaft deeply into her back cbanne.
The fat crown of his shaft jumped and jerked. Then there was the
wet warmness, as he spilled the juice of his desire into the
recesses of her bowels.
Spurt after spurt of thick cream blasted into her, as he
clung to her ass. She could feel every little throb of his
release and loved every tiny quiver of his shaft.
Gratefully locked together ass to cock, they groaned and
whimpered in the magnificent sensations of their mutual climax.
Chapter 10
"What in the hell is going on here!"
It was Michael's voice, her Michael's voice, that boomed
through the pleasure glowing cloud of her satisfaction. Diana's
body suddenly went rigid.
With the same suddeness, Bryan's rigidly embedded cock went
limp. In one second it was packed fully up her ass, still oozing
the last traces of his release. Then in the next moment, it went
limp and slithered from her body in a hasty withdrawal. The
reaction would have been humorous under different circumstance.
As it was, Diana found absolutely no humor in the situation.
As Bryan rolled to one side and dropped to the couch, she
rolled to the other and collapsed on her still pleasantly
throbbing rear. She pushed her eyes open and somehow managed to
peer through the veiling mists and find her husband standing in
the doorway to the den. Apparently he couldn't find any humor in
Bryan's quick evacuation of Diana's asshole either. He was just
standing there scowling at her, then glaring at Bryan. The youth
at her side just lay there, unable to react in much of any manner,
except to glance glassy-eyed at his stepbrother and pant trying to
catch his breath. The effects of blasting his balls off in his
sister-in-law's ass had been somewhat draining on him.
"I asked what the hell is going on here!" Michael demanded
again.
"Just what the hell it looks like," the elder Hightower
answered his son.
"Bryan was just welcoming Diana into our family," Lorraine
added, smiling at her stepson.
"And I suppose you were waiting your turn?" Michael snapped
with contempt.
"Of course I was," Lorraine smiled widely. "Diana is quite
an attractive girl. And if she has no hang-ups about women, we
could...."
"Damn!" Michael shuddered. "I can't believe this! I'm gone
for a matter of a couple of hours and you just can't wait to get
your lustful claws into my wife!"
"What is this, Michael? A double set of standards? One for
you and one for Diana?" Lorraine chided. "You really didn't mind
our romp in the library last night. But when Diana gets balled by
someone other than her husband, you can't take it."
"That's right," Kate piped up from behind her brother, who
until now had gone unnoticed by Diana. "You didn't seem to mind
Paula giving you head on the way home from town."
"Yeah!" it was Paula that now chorused up from behind
Michael. "I seem to remember him suggesting that we all should go
for a stroll down by the pond this evening."
"Right!" Kate echoed. "My brother is a real stick in the
mud!"
"Michael, is all this true?" Diana asked, somewhat amused by
the sudden sheepishness that raced embarrassingly over her
husband's face.
"Of course it's true!" Kate laughed. "My brother digs
balling his sisters!"
The dark-haired girl coyly reached down and lovingly massaged
her brother's crotch. Michael just stood there, looking
helplessly at Diana, unable to say anything. However, Kate's hand
eventually left the front of his jeans. The bulging strain under
his fly told the whole story.
Diana felt like she should be angry, but all she felt was
relief. The confrontation with Michael had been met and was water
under the bridge now. She knew he had made it with Lorraine and
now Paula. And those facts didn't bother her. He was still her
Michael, still her husband and she still loved him. Nothing had
changed.
At least nothing had changed with her, that was. She was
still unsure about how Michael was reacting to finding Bryan
fucking her ass. Or how he would react to the knowledge that his
father had balled her and she had come back for more. She wanted
to get him off alone and discuss the whole thing.
But Kate and Paula had other things in their minds!
"I think we should show Diana just what Michael had in mind
for this evening," Kate grinned to her blonde stepsister.
"Mmmmm hmmmmm," Paula nodded. "Really think Diana should see
the type of man she married."
Michael stepped back from the two girls and shook his head,
"Just hold on ... this is neither the time nor place."
But neither Kate nor Paula held on. Instead they rushed him.
Two bundles of very eager and very sexy teen-age girl were
suddenly swarming all over him, while Diana sat back grinning with
amusement at the predicament her husband had gotten himself into.
There were five quick tearing "pops" and five white buttons
that went sailing across the den, torn from the front of Michael's
shirt. If he were doing more than putting up a token fight
against the girls, it was hard for Diana to discern. By herself,
Kate was able to quickly strip her brother's shirt, while Paula
hastily slithered from her skirt and blouse, then peeled away her
under garments.
The supple blonde single-handed went after Michael's jeans,
as Kate performed a rapid strip that matched the disrobing of her
stepsister.
Together, they somehow managed to wiggle Michael's jeans down
around his knees. He stumbled backwards, then his legs came out
from under him. His bare ass thudded heavily onto the carpet and
the girls wrenched his pants up and off. He now shared their
nakedness.
Paula was at the downed man's side first, her nakedness
pressing sensually over his chest and her mouth covering his.
Michael's arms hesitated momentarily, then wrapped around her
youthful body, hugging her close.
Kate, left out of the embrace, made do with the thick swollen
shaft that jutted up from the black hairs covering her brother's
crotch.
Reaching out with her hand, her fingers wrapped around the
pulsing column of cock and tantalizingly glided up and down its
length. Diana could see the muscles of her husband's buttocks
tense tightly and his hips jerk upward slightly.
The girl's hand squeezed at the still thickening pole of sex
and jacked excitedly along its pulsing length. Her eyes widened
with delight.
Suddenly, her head lowered and her mouth opened widely. In
one slooping motion, she captured the gorged thickness of his
glans within her lips. Her young cheeks hollowed deeply as she
sucked at the plum-like crown.
Again his hips jumped upward, shoving one or three inches of
fat prick into her face. She accepted the ponderous mass of sex
into her mouth. The still stroking grasp of her hand never missed
a beat.
Working with youthful eagerness, Kate's hand and mouth began
working in a singular rhythm on her brother's manhood. Her head
bobbed up and down as her lips sheathed and resheathed themselves
over the jutting shaft.
Diana was amazed. Amazed both at herself and the scene she
was watching. This was her husband buried under a writhing
blanket of two eager girls. And it was one of the sexiest things
she had ever seen.
She had always wondered about couples who got into swinging
and their claims that watching their spouse ball with another
person was one hell of a turn-on. They were right! Despite her
full day's activities with Michael One and then with Bryan, she
found herself ready and willing.
She glanced at the youth still seated at her side. But Bryan
was engrossed with the activities on the floor. And apparently
his own body had not recovered from his recent sexual romp---his
cock was asleep in the reddish-blonde bush covering his groin.
Diana's attention turned to Lorraine and Michael One. The
big-titted woman was now on her knees before her husband, his cock
fully entrenched in her mouth. The elder Hightowers eyes rolled
back in his head as his pelvis lurched upward. Lorraine's throat
bobbed as she voraciously swallowed the fountaining cream of her
husband's release. Michael One collapsed back into his chair,
moaning out the sated gratification of his pleasure.
Feeling left out, Diana once more turned her eyes to her
husband and the two sisters that had him occupied on the floor.
Kate had given up her oral caresses in favor of a much more
mutually satisfying coupling for her and her brother. The young
black-headed girl now sat straddled over Michael's crotch, her
supple thighs tightly pressing to each side of him and the swollen
length of his cock crammed up into her pussy. Michael's mouth was
still busily occupied by Paula's and his hands had a firm hold on
the sleek cones of her youthful tits.
Kate completed the union of the threesome by slipping her
hand between Paula's thighs and wiggling a finger into the
blonde's cunt.
Literally sitting in the pilot's seat, Kate slowly began to
push, rising up the fleshy rod of pleasure she sat on. The
movement also caused her finger to slide from Paula's upturned
slash of desire.
Higher and higher, she slid up the thickness of cock, until
she hovered above her brother's loins with only the gorged head of
his prick sheathed by the pinkness of her outer lips. Then she
glided downward, shafting his manhood back into the willing cunt
and at the same time she drove her finger into the flowering lips
of Paula's pussy.
Again and again, Kate repeated her rising and falling motions
until her body was jerking rapidly up and down on the long shaft
of flesh she so willingly impaled in her body.
Diana shivered with full arousal. Then shivered again as
someone softly touched the interior of her thighs. She turned and
glanced down. There kneeling between her opened legs was
Lorraine. The woman's blue eyes were rolled up to her, a lewd,
knowing smile on her full lips.
Diana shivered again, this time with the realization of what
her mother-in-law had planned. She had wondered about it in the
past. She had wanted it last night when she had watched Kate and
Paula from behind the one-way mirror. Now she was being offered a
very tempting proposal from a woman she found as sexy as the two
girls. Perhaps even more so.
Not quite sure of herself, Diana nodded.
The blonde-haired woman's smile grew as her eyes tilted down
to the light brown triangle of pubic moss veiling the lips of her
daughter-in-law's cunt. Her head slowly moved forward.
Diana's heart jumped in a double-time beat and she sucked in
deeply, as she stared down, watching the misty, golden-haired
woman inch closer and closer to the quivering lips of her sex.
Shivery little trembles raced through her body as she felt the
gentle, warm streams of her breath flowing from Lorraine's
nostrils and tickling their way through her pubic down.
Uncontrollably, she moaned as the red lips of her companion
pressed lightly between her thighs.
Lorraine's head pulled away just a little. Diana could see
her lips part and her tongue, pink and wet flick behind her lips,
then slowly snake out.
Then it was there!
The tip of another woman's tongue was wetly working through
the bush of her pubic hairs and softly brushing at the quivering
lips of her cunt. Diana whimpered as the excitement of the moment
rushed in heated waves through her loins.
In a long, teasing lap, the probing oral digit languidly
worked its way up and down the deep crease of her cuntal mound,
delicately tickling at the pink pouted lips.
Trembling with excitement, she reached down and tenderly
caressed her mother-in-law's cheeks, giving her approval of the
woman's actions. She could detect no difference in the feel of
Lorraine's tongue and the manly tongues that had found their way
into her quim. The only difference was the lust-arousing
knowledge that this mouth belonged to another woman.
Waves of quivery gooseflesh rippled in thrilled excitement
over her body as Lorraine's hands slowly moved lovingly over the
interior of her thighs. Higher and higher, the woman's exploring
fingertips crept, working their magic as they came. Then they
were at each side of her pubic knoll, gently massaging at the
plump mound of her sex.
She moaned as the woman's hands pressed down and pushed
outward to each side. From her position on the couch, she could
see the pink lips of her labia spread and open and Lorraine's head
duck further between her thighs.
Her tongue darted out again and licked gingerly up and down
the pinkness of the opened glash. At the top of the wide slit of
sex, the flickering tip of her tongue discovered the aroused
nubbin of her daughter-in-law's clit. She pushed her face into
the spread cunt and her lips tenderly kissed the sensitive button
of flesh.
Diana moaned loudly and caressed the woman's head, wanting to
press her even closer, to bury her face within her snatch, but
unsure of how Lorraine would react. Instead, she decided to allow
the other woman to work at her own speed and fully enjoy the new
thrills she was awakening in her body.
Lorraine's lips reached out again and kissed the excited bud
of pleasure. She sheathed its sensitive little length, caressing
it softly with her lips, while her tongue tenderly tapped and
laved at it. There was no doubt that ministrations were
appreciated. She could feel the trembling and quivering of her
daughter-in-law's body and the pleased moans and sighs that came
from above her.
Still licking and taunting at the bud of her clit, she sucked
at the small length of penis-imitating flesh, delighting in the
sharp gasps of pleasure that accompanied her maneuver. Her own
body was growing in its arousal, as the taste of male and female
sexual juices mingled in her mouth. She was a vessel of sheer sex
that could and would satisfy either man or woman.
Lorraine's hands spread the lips of Diana's cunt wider. Her
mouth and tongue were moving again, lapping in broad wet strokes
up and down the cleft of her loins. Tauntingly, she worked,
teasing at the inner lips of the young woman's labia, but never
entering.
Diana groaned; the sensations were fantastic, as was the
total view she had of the woman between her thighs. In the past,
there had only been a couple of times she had actually gotten to
see a man give her head. Now that she was having her first
experience with a woman, she was glad that she was able to see as
well as feel the full sexy movements of Lorraine's tongue.
Abruptly that teasing oral digit speared its way into the
juice-filled hole of her vagina.
Diana's body quaked as pleasure flooded through her loins.
Like a velvet-covered finger, Lorraine's tongue dipped into her
cunt, then flicked around in a twirling, reaming motion.
The woman withdrew and lapped up and down the opened lips of
pussy, teasing the budded nubin of her clit, then drove her tongue
back into her partner's quim. In and out, in penis-imitating
fashion, she ate at her pussy, sucking away the thick flow of
lubricants and swallowing them into her stomach, where they mixed
with the heavy cream of her husband's groin.
Diana's hips began to rise and fall in a bunching manner, as
the driving tempo of her mother-in-law's oral digit took control
of her body. She moaned and whimpered with each drilling rush of
tongue. Her eyes, heavily laden with lust, fluttered closed as
she centered her being on the rapidly laving pleasure.
She felt Lorraine's finger creep up the outside of her pubic
mound. Then an inquisitive fingertip was tapping and fondling at
the button of her clit. Electricity sizzled through her body,
jarring her with waves of growing lust. The woman's face suddenly
pushed into her cunt, burying itself in the wetness of her pussy.
The spearing tongue drilled in and out, ever increasing its
whipping tempo.
Again, for the fourth time that day, she felt the throbbing
rage of her thighs expanding and breaking outward. She welcomed
the rushing sensation that caught her up in its arms and swept her
into the halls of orgasmic oblivion. Somehow amid the flashing
colors of ecstasy, she reached down and pulled Lorraine's finger
from her clit, which was aching from the pleasure-pain of her
manipulations.
Slowly she descended from the dreamy world her climax had
sent her hurtling head-on into. There, still licking and lapping
at her cunt, was Lorraine. Forcing her eyes open, she stared down
at the woman, then grinned.
Bryan had at last come to life again. Standing behind his
mother, he had lifted her ass up, which explained the sudden
burial of the woman's face in her cunt, and had entrenched his
swollen cock within her pussy. Diana now found herself being
lifted toward oblivion again, as Lorraine's excited tongue was
whipped on by Bryan's plowing prick.
In and out, the boy's hips jerked, shafting his manhood into
his mother's belly. The blonde-haired woman's trembling
increased, as well as did the rapid spearing of her tongue. Diana
closed her eyes and let the sweeping flesh tremors of her body
throw her back into the welcoming pleasure of soul-shattering
bliss.
This time as she settled gently down to earth, she heard
Lorraine's own pleasure cries and opened her eyes to find her
mother-in-law lost in her own climax and Bryan once again emptying
his balls, this time into his mother's cunt.
Then two of them, mother and son, collapsed on the floor at
the foot of the couch. Diana was just able to pull her legs out
of the way and swing them atop the sofa to avoid a painful end to
a satisfying and pleasing experience.
She glanced over to Michael One's chair, but it was empty.
She found the elder Hightower on the floor where she had last seen
her husband. Stretched out on his back Michael One now had Paula
straddled over his crotch, with the thickness of his club-like
cock embedded within her pussy. His mouth was fully occupied with
his own daughter's cunt, as Kate sat above his face, enjoying the
pleasures of his tongue. Both the girls had found something to
keep their hands busy. They fondled and rolled each other's
breasts.
"Hi," Michael piped from behind the couch. "Could you use
some company?"
Her head twisted up to find her husband grinning down at her.
She smiled and nodded.
Eagerly, he crawled over the back of the sofa and slid down
beside her. "I've missed you."
He gave her a quick, light kiss and pulled her to him.
"If what Kate said was true, you seemed to be getting along
all right by yourself," she pouted in mock disapproval.
"And what about you? You and Bryan seemed to have found
something to keep yourselves occupied in my absence," he chided,
kissing her again, this time, his tongue moving lovingly into her
mouth.
"As well as your father," she added, as they finally parted.
"All three times."
"Three times!" he shook his head in disbelief. "And now
there was Lorraine!"
"And now there's you," she grinned, reaching down to his
crotch and finding the hardened length of his cock, somewhat
surprised at its condition after Paula and Kate.
"I was watching you and Lorraine," he explained without her
having to ask, then moaning as she stroked up and down on the
firmness of his manhood.
"Michael, why didn't you tell ... uh ... about your family?"
she asked.
He shook his head, "I don't know. I guess I was afraid you'd
disapprove. What would your reaction have been if I suddenly
said, "Look, for the past several years my family has been balling
each other. Want to join in?"
She stared blankly at him, then grinned, realizing how
ridiculous he would have sounded if he had told her, and wondering
if she would have even believed him.
"Then, you're not hurt. I mean, about your father and
Bryan," she asked.
"No. What about Lorraine, Paula and Kate," he replied.
She shook her head in the negative, "I thought you and the
girls together were sexy. It was sort of a surprise watching my
own husband make love with another woman, but I dug it."
She paused, still confused by all that had happened within
the last twenty-four hours. "If you're not upset by finding me
and Bryan together, then why were you angry when you walked in?"
He chuckled, "Upset with myself mostly. I did a hell of a
lot of worrying about how you would react if you found out about
my family and myself. You see, it took me a long time to find a
woman like you and I didn't want to lose you. I was ready to give
this whole scene up for you. Then, when I walked in and found you
balling with Bryan, I just couldn't believe it. After all that
worrying, you had accepted what was happening with the Hightowers
without the slightest hesitation. Somehow the whole thing made me
a little mad. You should have made a little protest, just to
satisfy all that concern I've been living with ever since I met
you."
She smiled and pulled him to her, "I protested, sort of ...
but that's a long story. We can save it for another time. Right
now I feel marvelously good and I want my husband to make love
with me."
He grinned, then dropped his mouth to hers, his tongue
flicking and dancing and doing all sorts of wonderfully arousing
things that ignited and fanned fresh flames of want and desire.
Sliding onto her back, she pulled him atop her. Directing
the thick, pulsing shaft of his cock between her opened thighs,
she nuzzled the swollen crown of his sex into the willing lips of
her labia. Despite the want and lust she had felt for Michael One
and his stepson, this was the Hightower for her.
His hips did a quick little jerk and slid the full length of
his cock into the liquid warmth of her vagina.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned deeply, as her teeth nibbled at his
neck.
Lorraine's mouth had done an excellent job of preparing her
for him. While she now had to admit that a woman was exciting,
tongue and lips, whether they be a man's or a woman's, could in no
way compare with the fantastic feel of a man's cock fimly embedded
deep within the harbor of her body. And nothing could compare to
the wonderfulness of her man!
"God!" she whispered, moving her lips and still nibbling
teeth up to the tempting morsel of his ear lobe. "You feel so damn
good inside me! Like you were made for me!"
He turned his head so that their mouths met and his lips
brushed lightly against hers as he spoke. "I was. Haven't you
noticed that before!"
"Hrumph!" she snorted playfully. "I'm married to a cocksure
bastard!"
"At your service, madam," he grinned and covered her mouth
with his.
His hips did another one of those sexy little wiggles that
sent his prick jerking and twitching within her vaginal channel.
At "my" service, she repeated with smug satisfaction.
"I love you, Michael," she sighed as his lips once more
slipped from hers.
He grinned, loving the marvelous feel of their union, "I
know."
She kissed him lovingly, "And that's what makes you such an
arrogant mother fucke...."
"Hold on, wife," he corrected quickly. "I never made it with
my mother! Only my stepmother!"
She grinned, squeezing down on the fullness of his sex
sheathed into her belly. He moaned softly as he stared into her
eyes.
"Well, right now, I want you to make it with me," she said.
"I want my husband to ball me. Fuck me! Screw me! Make love to
me!"
"My pleasure," he grinned widely and once more moved his lips
and tongue to her mouth.
And it was---his pleasure!
Languidly, his hips slowly rose, withdrawing his cock from
its deep-rooted haven in the warm recesses of her belly. He moved
a tantalizing fraction of an inch at a time, while his tongue
completely occupied her mouth with a flourish of darting probes.
She moaned, feeling him withdraw. The very slow-motion
movement of his manhood was a taunting trick that he knew drove
her wild. She loved it and the exciting anticipation of the
moment he would eventually quickly jerk his hips and thoroughly
spear the pulsing pole into her sex.
But the sudden movement she wanted wasn't to come this time.
His hips moved downward in the same snail-like pace he had
used to pull from her.
She could feel every minute movement of the swollen length of
his cock. She quivered at the gorged knob of his glans twitching
in their excitement. She whimpered as she squeezed down on his
fleshy root and forced him to strain against the velvet textured
walls of her vaginal folds.
For several minutes, he slid in and out of her body in this
slow taunting manner. She realized that had any other member of
the family been watching, they would have been hard-pressed to say
if his hips were actually moving. But she knew! And she felt the
slight increase of his flowing speed.
She also knew that there wasn't going to be any quick
stabbings of his cock that would suddenly rock her body. Not this
time, at least. No, now he was savoring the marvelous feel of
their bodies joined in love and want for one another. This time,
he was going to make it long and loving, slowly working their need
into an excited frenzy of desire.
When his hips increased speed again, it was still too slow
for her want. But that was the sweet torture of this prolonged
method that Michael had discovered. He wouldn't be rushed. He
taunted her with pleasure, never giving her all she wanted until
the last moment, then plunging in and out, trying to drive his
hard shaft all the way through her body and into her mouth.
"Oh! You bastard!" she moaned, as his hand wedged between
their bodies and slid into the slit of her cunt, playfully
fondling her clit. "Two can play that game."
His fingertips swirled wonderfully around the aroused bud of
her clit. Her body trembled as the fantastic sensations of
pleasure shot through her. For moments her own hand that was
wedging itself toward their loins could do nothing but stop and
wait until he let up just a little.
And when he did, her hand shot between his legs, capturing
the hairy sac that dangled securely from behind his cock. He
moaned.
"But you've got these," she chuckled, noticing the quickened
tempo of his hips. He now glided in a smooth steady stroking
motion.
Tenderly caressing the kidney-shaped forms of his testicles
in her fingertips, she rolled his balls. His moaning delighted
her. It reminded her that she had the same sexual power with him
that he had with her.
She let the wrinkled bag rest warmly in her palm, while she
playfully used her fingers to shoot his balls around in the
confines of their sac. His moaning increased as she created that
pleasureful mixture of slight pain and delight.
His hand abruptly left her clit and grasped her wrist,
pulling her hand from his balls, "No, you'll have me blow off in
no time at all."
"Mmmmmmmm," she flicked her tongue around his ear, feeling
the excited quivers that raced along his back.
His hands moved along her thighs and tucked under her
buttocks. The angle of his entry abruptly increased and he slid
deeper into the enveloping channel of her belly. She moaned and
reached down grasping his ass.
Again his rhythm increased into a quick, smooth shafting
stride that whipped in and out of her. She moaned and pumped her
hips to meet each driving drop of his pelvis. The stirrings of
release were suddenly there and flaring quickly. From the
tenseness of his ass, she could tell his balls were once again
preparing to empty themselves into the chalice of her vagina.
"Close," she whispered. "Close."
His hips jerked quickly, slamming into her, sluicing down
into the heated interior of her quick. Her own pelvis hunched up
and down, sliding over the full length of his cock like a fleshy,
clinging scabbard. She contracted her muscles, squeezing him and
milking at the swollen, pulsating wand of pleasure he so readily
fed into her.
Harder and deeper, in a striving drive for release they
worked each other, giving and taking each ounce of pleasure their
bodies had to offer. Grunting and groaning as they neared the
moment of completed sensations, they became two people joined as
one, man and woman, lovers, husband and wife.
She came first, skyrocketing with multi-colored starbursts
that sizzled with orgasmic electricity through the overloaded
nerves of her body. She clung to him desperately, her contracting
channel of love gripping at the throbbing staff of his sex.
Like a volcano, his balls erupted, blasting off another thick
load of sperm and semen. His body shook and quivered as the
creamy fountains spurted from the pin-prick hole in the center of
his glans and deluged the hole of her cunt.
Chapter 11
Sunday morning! Diana couldn't believe it, as she lay in
bed, listening to Michael in the shower. They had only been at
the Hightower estate for a day and a half. It seemed like years
ago and yet at the same time, only a matter of minutes.
And today, she was to meet the last member of the family.
She found herself idly wondering if he had the same sexual prowess
of the rest of the family. And trembling a little with excitement
she knew it wouldn't be that long until she found out.
"Water's fine! Care to join me?" her husband suggested from
the bathroom.
Swinging over the side of the bed, she trotted to their
private bathroom and poked her head behind the shower curtain,
"Hope you meant that, because I'm coming in."
Which is exactly what she did.
The mutual shower was great. There's really something to
having someone else bathe your body, she decided, also making the
decision that in the future bathing together would become a
regular habit.
"Hey, have the Hightowers ever had a big group bath?" she
grinned as Michael firmly sudsed over the furred mound of her sex.
He smiled up at her, "Nope, but you might suggest it. We
didn't know what we were missing. However, we've all gone skinny
dippin' in the pond together."
Diana then took her turn, bathing her husband, enjoying the
quivery little thrills that she sent racing through his body.
Afterwards, they took their turns toweling each other dry, which
gave a whole new meaning to drying one's self after a bath.
Another of those habits to be cultivated, she decided.
In keeping with the informality of the Hightower family,
Michael slipped into blue jeans and a T-shirt again. Diana chose
some aqua-colored bell bottoms and a loose fitting blouse, leaving
it unbuttoned and tying it in a big knot below her breasts. Today
she definitely put aside any thoughts of wearing a bra. Michael
One had made short work of one already. And although his rather
rough manner of taking it from her body had been sexy, the damn
things did cost money!
The rest of the family had already gathered downstairs and
assembled in the kitchen, where Lorraine and the girls were busily
preparing French toast. Michael's other brother, Jim, had already
arrived.
The Hightower resemblance was more than apparent in the
latest member of the family, Diana noted as she and Jim got
acquainted over breakfast. He had the same black hair and dark
eyes that Michael and Kate had. However, he was much more square
built than the others, but just as attractive in his own way.
Afterwards, the family slowly drifted into the den, while
Diana and Lorraine stayed behind to clean up the breakfast table.
When they finally joined the others, Diana found a reception
committee of two waiting for her---Paula and Kate!
She realized now why Michael had been unable to fight the two
eager girls off yesterday. He didn't want to, nor would they have
let him. She gave in and within a matter of seconds found herself
stripped and on the floor.
Unaware of what the rest of the Hightowers were doing, Diana
was lost in a flurry of naked girl flesh. Kate, kneeling beside
her sister-in-law, took Diana's hand and placed it on the black
triangular patch covering her pubic mound.
Unsure of exactly how to handle the situation, Diana tenderly
kneaded at the plump knoll, imitating the actions of hands and
fingers that had found their way to her pussy in the past. Kate
sighed softly and stared down at her smiling. The young girl's
own hands reached down and cupped under the pink globes of Diana's
tits. Her fingers lovingly caressed the creamy smoothness of the
satin-covered cushion of flesh.
Meanwhile, Paula proceeded to demonstrate that she had
inherited more than her beauty from Lorraine. The young blonde
was down on her hands and knees, spreading Diana's thighs, then
crawling into the inviting, opened "Y" of her legs. Her long,
slim fingers delicately covered the light-brown down of her
sister-in-law's pussy, gently squeezing and massaging.
Diana moaned under the dual attention being given to her
body. Kate's hands now were squeezing and rolling delightfully at
her tits. Occasionally, her fingers would find their way to the
tops of the high cresting globes and playfully tweek the rubbery
cherries of flesh that were her nipples.
Paula's finger had worked its way into the deep cleft of
Diana's loins, sensually tickling up and down the deep cease of
her outer labia. With the same type of playful attention, the
blonde's fingertips flirted with aroused excitement around the
button of her clit, taunting it with delicious shivery thrills of
pleasure.
Likewise, Diana followed the flowing juices welling from
Kate's young pussy and wiggled a finger up into the girl's vagina.
The effects were immediately apparant in the high-pitched little
whimpers that came from the girl's writhing lips. Her hips
twisted and turned around Diana's finger, rippling the soft,
spongy folds of her cunt.
Diana's hips were far from inactive. Paula's head had
dropped between the supple thighs she had spread and her mouth was
now kissing and lightly biting along the quivering outer lips of
Diana's pussy.
Diana's pleasure groan was cut as she suddenly sucked in her
breath in a sharp kiss. Paula's soft, inquisitive tongue was now
darting up and down the tremulous cleft of her loins, occasionally
dipping in the honey-dripping hole of her cunt.
She felt Kate stir at her side, then the moist warmth of a
mouth covering the top of one of her breasts. She pushed her
lust-leadened eyes open and found the girl arched over her on her
hands and knees. While Diana finger-fucked her pussy, she
reciprocated by sucking wonderfully at her tit.
The new position also placed a very tempting female nipple
hovering but inches from Diana's mouth. Without so much as a
second's thought or hesitation, Diana twisted her head and
captured the dark brown nipple between her lips. She could feel
the electric excitement that raced through the girl's body. Then
she sucked and licked at the fattening button of flesh, while her
finger flowed in and out of the juice-filled socket of Kate's
vagina.
The girl came quickly, moaning and crying out in pleasure,
then she was gone. Diana thought she saw someone lift her to her
feet, but she couldn't be sure. Paula's licking and laving tongue
was controlling her now and her eyes weren't exactly in the shape
of focus.
The quick little oral digit that Paula knew how to use so
marvelously was now flicking in and out of her cunt, setting off
all sorts of delightful little thrills. Letting her body follow
the urgings of the blonde's mouth, Diana's hips hunched up and
down, pushing her throbbing snatch into the young girl's face.
Writhing and twisting to the old familiar sensations of near
climax, Paula responded to Diana's growing need. Her fingers
reached out and tenderly fondled the aching bud of her clit.
The added manual touch was all Diana needed! Within seconds,
her body was racked by a series of marvelous explosions of
exquisite pleasure. The multi-colored starburst spun and sailed,
taking her with them.
Moaning and quivering, she slowly descended to the firmness
of the earth, once again realizing where she was. She pushed open
her eyes and glanced around.
Paula was no longer between her thighs. Instead, the girl now
was in the arms of her stepfather. The young supple cones of her
breasts flattened willingly against the elder Hightower's chest as
he pulled the young girl atop him, as they lay on the floor
together, a few feet away from Diana.
The young blonde easily positioned herself atop the man.
Diana watched as her graceful hand tucked between her legs and
grasped the rigid shaft of his swollen cock. With little or no
difficulty, she guided the thick shaft of man sex into the
upturned lips of her pussy. The reddened head of his fat glans
disappeared into her cunt. Michael One's hips jerked a little and
the remainder of his meaty shaft vanished within the youthful
belly of his lover, his stepdaughter.
Diana watched with trembling excitement as the couple's hips
took up that age-old rhythm. Thick and hard, the stiff length of
his cock pulled out of her body. The wet, pink lips of her pussy
followed it, flowering outward. Then he jerked back, slamming
into the enticing luxury of her vagina, forcing the folds of her
cunt back in on themselves.
Michael One's hands were eagerly working on the summery
slickness of Paula's tits, much to her delight. Her head was
arched back and her mouth was wide, the pinkness of her tongue
flicking wildly behind her lips.
Kate was equally occupied by her stepbrother, Bryan, who had
once again found himself a willing ass to plug the aroused length
of his boy-man cock into.
Bending over the couch as Diana had done yesterday, when
Bryan had so expertly reamed her own ass with his prick, Kate
accepted the lunging plunges of man meat Bryan sent shafting into
the tiny hole of her anus. She could see the young girl's
buttocks tense each time the youth threw himself forward, slamming
into her body. Over and over their bodies popped together in a
vigorous display of youthful sexual energy.
At the rate they were going at it, Diana realized it would
only be a matter of moments before Kate was experiencing her
second orgasm of the day.
If Diana had had any doubts about Lorraine and Michael's
mutual attraction, they were quickly put to rest as her vision
moved to the chair positioned opposite the couch. Both Lorraine
and her husband had shed their clothes as had the rest of the
family. The big-titted woman sat back in the chair with her legs
spread wide, while Michael knelt on the floor before his
stepmother.
Diana watched, seeing the long, pink length of her husband's
tongue slowly snake out and teasingly weave exciting circles over
the bare, shaven lips of the blonde-headed beauty's pubis. The
tip of his tongue left a moist trail of saliva as it worked,
slackening the naked mound of her sex.
Then he playfully ran the taunting tongue tip up and down the
dark crease of her labia. Again and again, he laved over the lips
without dipping into the quivering and slightly pouting mouth of
her body.
When he did, Lorraine's reaction was one of definite
pleasure. The sandy blonde whimpered in the high-pitched voice of
arousal. Her hands reached down and grasped the back of his head,
pushing his face into the sleek lips of her pussy.
Immediately, his tongue increased its lapping and probing.
In and out, in and out, he speared the softness of his oral digit.
Her hips writhed and swayed, doing all sorts of hunching motions,
trying to force even more of his tongue into her cunt.
Definitely sexy! she moaned mentally. Watching one's husband
make it with another woman is definitely sexy!
Everyone was accounted for, except for brother Jim, she
noted, glancing around the room, trying to find her most recent
acquaintance in the Hightower family. She found him leaning in
the doorway of the den, watching the various samplings of carnal
delights presently underway. He was naked like the rest of the
family and sported one very rigid and one very much in need cock
that jerked and throbbed eagerly from the dark forest of pubic
hair spouted over his crotch.
His eyes eventually turned to her. He smiled, unsure, but
very much interested in the only unoccupied woman in the room.
Diana returned the smile and raised her arm to him. Grinning now,
he hastily crossed to her, straddling her body as she lay on the
floor. Bending a little, he took her hand and pulled her up to a
sitting position. The long hardness of his cock bobbed but an
inch or two from her face---and her mouth!
She didn't wait for him to ask for what he obviously wanted.
Her long, glistening pink tongue darted out from behind her lips.
It brushed tantalizingly over the smooth, gorged head. Then she
kissed the straining glans. He moaned and his knees quivered.
She rolled her eyes up to him and received a grateful smile
in return. Then she returned her attention back to the swollen
bigness of his sex.
Her tongue went back into action, slickening up and down the
underside of the shaft that jutted sharply into the air.
Simultaneously, her hand glided sensuously over the insides of his
spread thighs, drifting with taunting slowness upwards. She
tickled her way to his scrotum and played there, as he continued
to stare down fascinated by her every action.
He watched her head move back and forth and her sleek wet
tongue dance worshipingly across the knob-like crown of his prick.
He listened to the little wet oral sounds she made as she sucked
away the clear drops of sexual juices that welled from the center
of his glans.
Her hand cupped his testicles, gently playing with their
weighty size. He groaned and his legs quivered some more as she
worked his aching balls around on her fingertips.
As he watched, her lips formed a puckered little opening.
The fingers of her free hand reached up and wrapped around the
base of his shaft, edging downward, gliding it to her waiting
mouth. He groaned, as he watched the turgid, throbbing head of
his cock slide into the round hole formed by her luscious, deep
pink lips.
Her tongue taunted the underside of his glans, then swirled
wildly around the sensitive cock tip. Another series of sexy
slurping oral noises rose to his ears, adding to the alluring
submission of this woman, his sister-in-law, was giving to him.
He was hard and thick and aroused. He intently watched her
lips move forward, enveloping him. He wasn't sure which thrilled
him more; watching the predatory lips take his length, or the damn
fantastic feeling of her mouth working so marvelously on his cock.
His ass tightened and he eased himself forward, feeding her a
couple more inches. She accepted it willingly, allowing him into
the warm haven of her mouth. His shaft disappeared in her face
and the throbbing crown of his rod nudged at the back of her
throat. Her breaths were deep, her nostrils flaring as she fought
off the urge to gag under the ponderous mass of cook she now held
in her mouth.
Slow and deliberately, she slid her head back off the pole of
pulsating flesh. Her tongue whirled and swirled in exciting
flourishes around his swollen circumference. The moist, feather-
like caresses played havoc with his control, but he forced himself
to remain stiff and allowed her to take her time and give all the
pleasure she so obviously knew how to administer.
His cock jerked and jumped eagerly around in her mouth. Her
teeth clamped down around him and she sucked swallowing the saliva
filling her mouth. Also savoring the very manly taste of the
preseminal fluids that mingled delightfully in her mouth.
Reaching the blood-gorged tip of his prick, her lips
tightened and squeezed like a strong elastic hand, forming a
straining white ring around the thickness of his cock. She eased
her puckered lips back over him. Still unable to move his eyes
from her, he watched, testicles aching, as his slackened length of
manhood vanished into the humid cavern of her mouth.
Changing her approach, she pulled up from his rod of meat in
a fast, fire-igniting motion. Her teeth bit down into the super-
sensitive glans. She nibbled and licked the bulgy arrowhead,
relishing its feel as if it were some rare tidbit of sexual
delight especially grown for her. Then she slid up and down on
the saliva-slickened pole, allowing it to bury itself in her face,
then evacuate her mouth, over and over. She sucked. She sucked,
showing the pleasure she took in performing the oral task of
satisfying his throbbing staff of desire.
In and out, she sucked. Out and in, she licked. He watched
her head bob in rhythm with the entrance and exit of his cock.
His buttocks were boulders of aroused tension that swayed with the
sliding tempo of her mouth. He cradled her head lovingly, fully
appreciative of the tender care she was giving him. He moaned and
groaned. His body trembled, fighting desperately to prolong the
prodigious sensations she was creating in his loins. At the same
time, his balls were seething and burning with a rising tide of
come. His scrotum was taut, like stretched leather on a frame.
His balls throbbed as he fought to hold back the oncoming
explosion of lust.
Realizing the fever of his urgency, she rocked back and
forth, sheathing and resheathing her mouth on his lust-pulsing
shaft. Faster and hotter, her mouth sucked. With growing, greedy
vigor and ardent desire, she licked at his thickness.
Fire, boiling liquid flames, shot up from his balls and
jetted free, writhing and lashing into the warm receptacle of her
mouth. Lust unleashed exploded from the depths of his groin,
rushed up through his shuddering cock, finally gushing from the
small, mouth-like slit on the crown of his prick. Hot, white,
steaming, creamy come blasted out.
Her lips quivered with excitement. Her delicate nostrils
flared widely. He emptied himself into the willing oral chalice.
He groaned as the thick flood of sperm and semen scalded over the
soft, pink tongue that still lovingly caressed him. He moaned as
the burning eruption of sexual cream splattered and coated the
roof of her mouth. He grunted as the heavy, fiery eaves spurted
down her throat drenching her tonsils.
With his shaft firmly embedded in the moist interior of her
mouth, the orgasm-racked tips of his glans pushed at the back of
her throat. Eagerly she drank every drop he had to offer, sucking
up and devouring the heated liquid of his groin. Her throat
bobbed and trembled as she swallowed over and over. She downed
each thick blast as fast as she could to stop from gagging and
strangling on his mighty release. She sucked as his cock jumped
and fountained freely within the tender walls of her mouth. Her
cheeks hollowed deeply as she sucked away every oozing drop from
the lust-pounding length of his cock. And when the violent
eruption ebbed, she rolled the thick viscosity of his cream in her
mouth, milking away any traces that might have still been caught
in the throbbing bigness of his sex.
He reached down and eased her lips away from his still
jutting shaft. His cock popped free from her lips and bobbed
wildly before her eyes. It glistened clean and red from the
vigorous bath she had given it. He smiled down at her gratefully,
then staggered back a couple of steps and backed into the wall.
Blank-eyed, he stared around the room, then slowly slid down the
wall and just sat there.
Diana chuckled to herself and once more turned her eyes to
the rest of the family.
Michael One and Paula had apparently reached mutual
satisfaction. They were still in each other's arms, lovingly
caressing one another. However, the elder Hightower's prick had
definitely lost some of its vigor and now slept limply at his
crotch.
Kate and Bryan had also concluded their ass-to-cock pairing
and the black-headed girl was now on her knees before her
stepbrother doing her damnest to revive his prick. Her naturally
red lips were tightly stretched around his prick, sucking and
eating at him.
Only Michael and Lorraine were still in action. Well, she
corrected herself, Michael was at least. Lorraine was lost in the
oblivion of orgasmic ecstasy, writhing and groaning as Michael's
tongue unleashed the consuming flood of lust in her body.
Her husband suddenly pulled his head from the pussy he had so
thoroughly occupied and stared up at his stepmother, a pleased
smile on his lips. He reached up and grasped her hips and slowly
pulled her from the chair. She moaned, but seemed to be unaware
of what was happening.
Gently handling her, he positioned her on the floor,
spreading her thighs wide open to him. Diana could see the
quivering nakedness of her shaven cunt. The outer lips of her
labia were parted and trembling. Within the wet slit, she saw the
scalloped folds of the inner lips of her pussy. They, too, were
still quivering with the pleasure of her climax. The palpitating
folds dripped with the aroused juices that flowed from her depths.
Her clitoris was extended for what appeared to be at least a half
of an inch. It was thick and throbbing.
As a matter of fact, so was Michael---a fact he apparently
meant to put to good use, Diana thought as she watched her
husband.
Clutching at the heavy forms of Lorraine's breasts for
support, he slid atop her and hung above her. His cock, hard and
long, lurched hungrily at the mouth of her belly. His hands
brutally crushed the sensitive tits beneath his fingers. Tortured
white flesh squelched up through his fingers. Lorraine groaned.
Without giving her the slightest indication of his
intentions, he slammed his lust-rigid cock into the desirous mouth
of her pussy. He smacked wetly into the trembling folds of her
inner lips. The swollen tip of his prick rammed its way between
the pouting scallops and was sucked deeply into the juicy interior
of her hot body.
Lorraine cried out.
Actually, Diana decided it was more of a mixture of surprise
and pleasure.
Her eyes flared open and stared at her stepson. She started
to speak, but he jerked out of her slick oil-filled, well-
lubricated channel, stiffling the words so that they came out as a
long "oooohhhh!" He smiled down at her. She smiled back.
Her smooth willing sheath of liquid warmth flowered around
him. It clamped tightly and seemed to suck on the swollen length
of his cock, which, in turn twitched and jerked in the heated
inner lips of her hungry slit. It sucked him back into the moist,
tight chamber of her belly. The velvet-textured walls of her
vagina rippled impetuously, fondling his length with thrilling
caresses. He hung there above her, their bodies joined at their
fiery cores. He hung there and soaked up her softness and
arousing heat.
He moaned as he pulled himself from the tightening channel.
She clung to him, stretching the sensitive skin of his shaft. He
wanted to swing his hands away from her breasts and fall, crushing
into the springy cushions on her chest. But his determination to
finish as he had started won out. Once again, he was fully intent
on fucking this willing woman, while raised high above her.
With a confident smile on his lips, he swung his hips inward,
shooting his full length into her body. Her eyes closed. A
muffled groan gritted out from behind her pleasure-clenched teeth.
That clutching, naked pussy of hers clung to him, trying to hold
him locked within her. He eased out and plunged back into the
humid tunnel. Her breasts quivered under the grasping grip of his
hands, trembly and shivering.
She arched her hips to him. The pouted, wet lips of her cunt
reached out to swallow him, balls and all. Her muscles squeezed
and relaxed in a thrilling exotic rhythm. The movement sent
excited currents racing through the stiff length of his cock.
Pressure increased in his balls as he drove in and out of her
saddle of desire.
He increased the power of his knifing thrusts into her sweet,
hot hole. The muscles of his thighs were rock hard, chording
beneath the skin of his legs. His raised position allowed him to
use these muscles to boost the mighty surges of his groin. Their
cores met in loud, wet slaps.
She welcomed the thrust and begged for more and harder
plunges. He obliged and flung himself into the clingy cunt with
such violence that it jarred the breath from her lungs. Little
moaning cries trickled from her throat continuously. Her hands
were on his shoulders, pulling him down. He came falling hard
into the cushions of her breasts. Her fingernails were in his
skin, raking and clawing like sexual talons. Her head jerked from
side to side while her tongue washed across his slickened lips.
Her body writhed and twisted with urgency. Her pelvis leaped up
to accept each ramrodding plummet of his swollen cock.
He drilled and reamed into her flowering pussy. He drove
with reckless abandon into the slippery well of her sex. He tried
to knock the bottom out of her cunt. But she just opened up new
untouched reaches of her vagina. Grunting and groaning, he
plunged and thrusted. Like an organic jackhammer, his shaft
ravaged her slit of lust.
She came jerking and bucking under him. She contracted and
relaxed and contracted and relaxed over and over. A long, low
pleasure scream tore from her lips. Her vaginal channel was
suddenly flooded with even more juices.
Then he came. The sensation was fantastic. In fact, his
whole body rocked and quaked under the tremendous outgushing of
hot semen and sperm. The walls of her drenched cunt milked at him
in the hope of securing a few more drops that might seep from the
head of his cock.
Diana watched as the last throbs of his release passed from
her husband. His deflated organ slowly slithered from his
stepmother's well-pumped pussy. He rolled to his back on the floor
beside her. Both of them panted. Neither had any intention of
moving for several moments.
However, brother-in-law Jim seemed to have regained life.
Diana turned watching the revitalized man push up from his seat on
the floor. Carefully stepping over the still caressing bodies of
Michael One and Paula he headed toward Lorraine.
Michael was barely able to roll out of the way to avoid the
descending foot of his brother, who straddled the still heaving
body of his stepmother. Grinning down at the woman on her back,
the youth suddenly dropped to his knees, then leaned over her with
his arms extended. His cock settled in the deep valley separating
the mountainous pillows of her white breasts.
Without a single word of direction, Lorraine's hands rammed
solidly against the sides of her tits that jutted milky from her
chest, trapping the aroused length of man meat between their
cushiony forms. Jim moaned softly as the pliant flesh enveloped
him.
His hips suddenly began to rock back and forth, shafting the
angry red pole of hard cock in and out of the tunnel formed by her
mammouth mammaries.
That Lorraine was ready to satisfy another man so soon after
the double pleasure Michael had set free in her body didn't
surprise Diana. The woman had an incredible appetite for sex. A
characteristic her daughter-in-law realized she shared. Just
watching the rape of Lorraine's magnificent tits sent delighted
thrills of sensuous lust through Diana's loins. It was easy for
her to imagine what it felt like to have Jim's stiff cock gliding
back and forth between her own breasts. An experience she
admitted she wouldn't mind having happen.
Lorraine's hands now squeezed hard against the sides of her
mountainous jugs. She squeezed them tightly together, trapping
Jim's cock between the creamy walls of almost flaccid-looking
flesh of her tits. Her head strained upward in an arch that Diana
knew must be torturing her corded neck. Her mouth opened like a
gaping cavern, that tried to capture the inflamed crimson crown of
her stepson's prick as he pushed his way through the soft path
formed by her hands and breasts. Both of them were shaking now,
obviously enjoying the tit fucking.
Jim's hips increased their already frantic pace. He hunched
into the woman's chest. He bucked like some wild mustang set on
dislodging an unwanted rider. He groaned and grunted like a
mounting stallion. His cock was burning with the friction of
Lorraine's billowy breasts.
She was moaning and groaning. Those supersized tits of hers
were just as sensitive as they looked. Diana wondered if she
could get off on them alone.
She didn't have to wait long to find out.
With a last mighty thrust, Jim rammed his fleshy sword
through the tight-pressed channel of tit. His bulging red glans
prodded their way between the mounds of flesh and jerked into the
air, throbbing lustfully on Lorraine's chin. Hot come fountained
in thick, heavy spurts from the gorged tip of the shaft.
Lorraine's mouth accepted the steaming load, welcoming the taste
of her stepson's release.
Diana watched as the blonde's throat quivered and she
swallowed. A major achievement in her strained position. But
just as amazing was the violent quaking that had once more seized
the blonde's body. She was coming! She had been able to get off
on Jim's tit fucking!
Abruptly Jim lost his balance and fell from his stepmother.
He lay half on and half off her. His cock stood jerking in the
air like a flaming spike of flesh. Oozing come still welled from
its swollen head.
The remaining couples in the room had changed partners, Diana
found as her eyes glanced back around the den.
Michael One was now paired with his own daughter. He had the
sexy young teenager down on her back. His arms were looped under
her legs, jerking them into the air, while his thick cock stabbed
in and out of her juicy little quim.
There was little Kate could do in the restrained position,
other than moan with the filling pleasure of her father's cock.
Which exactly was what the young girl was doing, accepting the
deep drilling of the ponderous rod that slammed in and out of her
body.
Still on the couch, Bryan and Paula were lying side by side
in the old position of sixty-nine. Their tongues were working at
a frantic pace, doing their damnedest to satisfy the mounting
urges of their young bodies.
A stir from behind Lorraine drew Diana's attention. It was
Michael, pushing himself to his knees. He glanced around the
entangled couple surrounding him. He smiled with amusement. His
eyes then moved to Diana and his grin broadened.
Rising to his feet, he turned toward her. His cock was
already on the rise again. He stepped over Lorraine and Jim,
coming to her.
Diana quivered with anticipation as he lowered himself to the
floor beside her and pulled her to him.
It was going to be a repeat of yesterday, she thought as his
tongue probed deeply toward her throat. A wonderful repeat
performance of Saturday!
Chapter 12
They were waiting for them outside. All of the Hightowers
lined up to say farewell to Michael and his new bride.
Diana kissed each one of them, sexy black-haired Kate, the
perky blonde Paula and her young brother Bryan. Then there was
Lorraine and Jim and, of course, the elder Hightower himself,
Michael One. Their kisses were like no other parting kisses she
had ever had before. Each was long and lingering. Definitely the
type of kisses one gives a lover to remember them by during a long
absence.
She didn't mind. They were all her lovers now. And she
returned the embraces with the same enthusiasm in which they were
given.
And when all the hugging and kissing and intimate last
squeezes had been completed, they all crowded around the car, as
Michael and she prepared to leave.
"Look, let us know when you're settled in down in Houston,"
Michael One said then added, "And take care of Diana, I don't
think you'll ever be able to find another one like her."
Michael grinned. "That's just what I intend to do."
With that they all stepped back and Michael switched on the
ignition and shifted into low, moving around the circular driveway
and heading out of the Hightower estate.
Twisting in her seat, Diana stared out the small back window,
waving her last farewell to her new in-laws. Then as they
disappeared behind the magnolias and eventually the whole estate
disappeared behind the outside wall, she turned back and glanced
toward the winding road they traveled.
Michael reached out and gently squeezed her thigh, "Sweet
sorrow and all that?"
"Mmmmm hmmmm," she nodded, then laughed lightly. "I must
admit I'm going to miss my new family."
Michael grinned, "We'll come to visit often, if you like."
"I'd like," Diana smiled, suddenly realizing that visiting
relatives had a completely new meaning for her.
"Meanwhile, we've got a long drive ahead of us and I need
some directions," her husband said.
Diana punched the button to the glove compartment and pulled
out the travel atlas. Flipping through the pages, she found the
map Michael had previously marked. After she gave him the number
of the highway for the first leg of their journey, she silently
traced the remaining portion of the route to Houston, then flipped
to the map of Mexico and surveyed the route to Mexico City.
Mexico City, she mused, and our honeymoon.
She chuckled to herself. My honeymoon's already started.
One of the strangest honeymoons a woman could have ever imagined
for herself. A honeymoon family style!
The End
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