BEE-3024 A Bride For The Whole Family by James Elliott

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
