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

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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 **** 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 c***dren, 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 c***dren 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 s*******n. 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 c***d 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 a****l 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 d****ry. 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
d****ry 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.