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PART 3

A Bride For The Whole Family
by James Elliott (c) 1991

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 c***dren.

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 c***dish 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 ... r****t!"

He chuckled and grinned at her, "r****t?"

"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 ****!"

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 ****," he concluded. "One of the farthest things from
**** I've ever seen!"

"Yesss!" she hissed. "It was! You ****d 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 ****," 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 ****.

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 "****" 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 "****" 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 ****. 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 a****l, 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 i****tuous 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 k** and used to rough house in
the grass with the other k**s 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 s**ttered 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
i****tual 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 c***dren, 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
c***dren. 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 c***dren."

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, s