Chapter 11

Sunday morning! Diana couldn't believe it, as she lay in bed, listening to Michael in the shower. They had only been at the Hightower estate for a day and a half. It seemed like years ago and yet at the same time, only a matter of minutes.

And today, she was to meet the last member of the family. She found herself idly wondering if he had the same sexual prowess of the rest of the family. And trembling a little with excitement she knew it wouldn't be that long until she found out.

"Water's fine! Care to join me?" her husband suggested from the bathroom.

Swinging over the side of the bed, she trotted to their private bathroom and poked her head behind the shower curtain, "Hope you meant that, because I'm coming in."

Which is exactly what she did.

The mutual shower was great. There's really something to having someone else bathe your body, she decided, also making the decision that in the future bathing together would become a regular habit.

"Hey, have the Hightowers ever had a big group bath?" she grinned as Michael firmly sudsed over the furred mound of her sex.

He smiled up at her, "Nope, but you might suggest it. We didn't know what we were missing. However, we've all gone skinny dippin' in the pond together."

Diana then took her turn, bathing her husband, enjoying the quivery little thrills that she sent racing through his body. Afterwards, they took their turns toweling each other dry, which gave a whole new meaning to drying one's self after a bath. Another of those habits to be cultivated, she decided.

In keeping with the informality of the Hightower family, Michael slipped into blue jeans and a T-shirt again. Diana chose some aqua-colored bell bottoms and a loose fitting blouse, leaving it unbuttoned and tying it in a big knot below her breasts. Today she definitely put aside any thoughts of wearing a bra. Michael One had made short work of one already. And although his rather rough manner of taking it from her body had been sexy, the damn things did cost money!

The rest of the family had already gathered downstairs and assembled in the kitchen, where Lorraine and the girls were busily preparing French toast. Michael's other brother, Jim, had already arrived.

The Hightower resemblance was more than apparent in the latest member of the family, Diana noted as she and Jim got acquainted over breakfast. He had the same black hair and dark eyes that Michael and Kate had. However, he was much more square built than the others, but just as attractive in his own way.

Afterwards, the family slowly drifted into the den, while Diana and Lorraine stayed behind to clean up the breakfast table. When they finally joined the others, Diana found a reception committee of two waiting for her--Paula and Kate!

She realized now why Michael had been unable to fight the two eager girls off yesterday. He didn't want to, nor would they have let him. She gave in and within a matter of seconds found herself stripped and on the floor.

Unaware of what the rest of the Hightowers were doing, Diana was lost in a flurry of naked girl flesh. Kate, kneeling beside her sister-in-law, took Diana's hand and placed it on the black triangular patch covering her pubic mound.

Unsure of exactly how to handle the situation, Diana tenderly kneaded at the plump knoll, imitating the actions of hands and fingers that had found their way to her pussy in the past. Kate sighed softly and stared down at her smiling. The young girl's own hands reached down and cupped under the pink globes of Diana's tits. Her fingers lovingly caressed the creamy smoothness of the satin-covered cushion of flesh.

Meanwhile, Paula proceeded to demonstrate that she had inherited more than her beauty from Lorraine. The young blonde was down on her hands and knees, spreading Diana's thighs, then crawling into the inviting, opened "Y" of her legs. Her long, slim fingers delicately covered the light-brown down of her sister-in-law's pussy, gently squeezing and massaging.

Diana moaned under the dual attention being given to her body. Kate's hands now were squeezing and rolling delightfully at her tits. Occasionally, her fingers would find their way to the tops of the high cresting globes and playfully tweek the rubbery cherries of flesh that were her nipples.

Paula's finger had worked its way into the deep cleft of Diana's loins, sensually tickling up and down the deep cease of her outer labia. With the same type of playful attention, the blonde's fingertips flirted with aroused excitement around the button of her clit, taunting it with delicious shivery thrills of pleasure.

Likewise, Diana followed the flowing juices welling from Kate's young pussy and wiggled a finger up into the girl's vagina. The effects were immediately apparant in the high-pitched little whimpers that came from the girl's writhing lips. Her hips twisted and turned around Diana's finger, rippling the soft, spongy folds of her cunt.

Diana's hips were far from inactive. Paula's head had dropped between the supple thighs she had spread and her mouth was now kissing and lightly biting along the quivering outer lips of Diana's pussy.

Diana's pleasure groan was cut as she suddenly sucked in her breath in a sharp kiss. Paula's soft, inquisitive tongue was now darting up and down the tremulous cleft of her loins, occasionally dipping in the honey-dripping hole of her cunt.

She felt Kate stir at her side, then the moist warmth of a mouth covering the top of one of her breasts. She pushed her lust-leadened eyes open and found the girl arched over her on her hands and knees. While Diana finger-fucked her pussy, she reciprocated by sucking wonderfully at her tit.

The new position also placed a very tempting female nipple hovering but inches from Diana's mouth. Without so much as a second's thought or hesitation, Diana twisted her head and captured the dark brown nipple between her lips. She could feel the electric excitement that raced through the girl's body. Then she sucked and licked at the fattening button of flesh, while her finger flowed in and out of the juice-filled socket of Kate's vagina.

The girl came quickly, moaning and crying out in pleasure, then she was gone. Diana thought she saw someone lift her to her feet, but she couldn't be sure. Paula's licking and laving tongue was controlling her now and her eyes weren't exactly in the shape of focus.

The quick little oral digit that Paula knew how to use so marvelously was now flicking in and out of her cunt, setting off all sorts of delightful little thrills. Letting her body follow the urgings of the blonde's mouth, Diana's hips hunched up and down, pushing her throbbing snatch into the young girl's face.

Writhing and twisting to the old familiar sensations of near climax, Paula responded to Diana's growing need. Her fingers reached out and tenderly fondled the aching bud of her clit.

The added manual touch was all Diana needed! Within seconds, her body was racked by a series of marvelous explosions of exquisite pleasure. The multi-colored starburst spun and sailed, taking her with them.

Moaning and quivering, she slowly descended to the firmness of the earth, once again realizing where she was. She pushed open her eyes and glanced around.

Paula was no longer between her thighs. Instead, the girl now was in the arms of her stepfather. The young supple cones of her breasts flattened willingly against the elder Hightower's chest as he pulled the young girl atop him, as they lay on the floor together, a few feet away from Diana.

The young blonde easily positioned herself atop the man. Diana watched as her graceful hand tucked between her legs and grasped the rigid shaft of his swollen cock. With little or no difficulty, she guided the thick shaft of man sex into the upturned lips of her pussy. The reddened head of his fat glans disappeared into her cunt. Michael One's hips jerked a little and the remainder of his meaty shaft vanished within the youthful belly of his lover, his stepdaughter.

Diana watched with trembling excitement as the couple's hips took up that age-old rhythm. Thick and hard, the stiff length of his cock pulled out of her body. The wet, pink lips of her pussy followed it, flowering outward. Then he jerked back, slamming into the enticing luxury of her vagina, forcing the folds of her cunt back in on themselves.

Michael One's hands were eagerly working on the summery slickness of Paula's tits, much to her delight. Her head was arched back and her mouth was wide, the pinkness of her tongue flicking wildly behind her lips.

Kate was equally occupied by her stepbrother, Bryan, who had once again found himself a willing ass to plug the aroused length of his boy-man cock into.

Bending over the couch as Diana had done yesterday, when Bryan had so expertly reamed her own ass with his prick, Kate accepted the lunging plunges of man meat Bryan sent shafting into the tiny hole of her anus. She could see the young girl's buttocks tense each time the youth threw himself forward, slamming into her body. Over and over their bodies popped together in a vigorous display of youthful sexual energy.

At the rate they were going at it, Diana realized it would only be a matter of moments before Kate was experiencing her second orgasm of the day.

If Diana had had any doubts about Lorraine and Michael's mutual attraction, they were quickly put to rest as her vision moved to the chair positioned opposite the couch. Both Lorraine and her husband had shed their clothes as had the rest of the family. The big-titted woman sat back in the chair with her legs spread wide, while Michael knelt on the floor before his stepmother.

Diana watched, seeing the long, pink length of her husband's tongue slowly snake out and teasingly weave exciting circles over the bare, shaven lips of the blonde-headed beauty's pubis. The tip of his tongue left a moist trail of saliva as it worked, slackening the naked mound of her sex.

Then he playfully ran the taunting tongue tip up and down the dark crease of her labia. Again and again, he laved over the lips without dipping into the quivering and slightly pouting mouth of her body.

When he did, Lorraine's reaction was one of definite pleasure. The sandy blonde whimpered in the high-pitched voice of arousal. Her hands reached down and grasped the back of his head, pushing his face into the sleek lips of her pussy.

Immediately, his tongue increased its lapping and probing. In and out, in and out, he speared the softness of his oral digit. Her hips writhed and swayed, doing all sorts of hunching motions, trying to force even more of his tongue into her cunt.

Definitely sexy! she moaned mentally. Watching one's husband make it with another woman is definitely sexy!

Everyone was accounted for, except for brother Jim, she noted, glancing around the room, trying to find her most recent acquaintance in the Hightower family. She found him leaning in the doorway of the den, watching the various samplings of carnal delights presently underway. He was naked like the rest of the family and sported one very rigid and one very much in need cock that jerked and throbbed eagerly from the dark forest of pubic hair spouted over his crotch.

His eyes eventually turned to her. He smiled, unsure, but very much interested in the only unoccupied woman in the room. Diana returned the smile and raised her arm to him. Grinning now, he hastily crossed to her, straddling her body as she lay on the floor. Bending a little, he took her hand and pulled her up to a sitting position. The long hardness of his cock bobbed but an inch or two from her face--and her mouth!

She didn't wait for him to ask for what he obviously wanted. Her long, glistening pink tongue darted out from behind her lips. It brushed tantalizingly over the smooth, gorged head. Then she kissed the straining glans. He moaned and his knees quivered.

She rolled her eyes up to him and received a grateful smile in return. Then she returned her attention back to the swollen bigness of his sex.

Her tongue went back into action, slickening up and down the underside of the shaft that jutted sharply into the air. Simultaneously, her hand glided sensuously over the insides of his spread thighs, drifting with taunting slowness upwards. She tickled her way to his scrotum and played there, as he continued to stare down fascinated by her every action.

He watched her head move back and forth and her sleek wet tongue dance worshipingly across the knob-like crown of his prick. He listened to the little wet oral sounds she made as she sucked away the clear drops of sexual juices that welled from the center of his glans.

Her hand cupped his testicles, gently playing with their weighty size. He groaned and his legs quivered some more as she worked his aching balls around on her fingertips.

As he watched, her lips formed a puckered little opening. The fingers of her free hand reached up and wrapped around the base of his shaft, edging downward, gliding it to her waiting mouth. He groaned, as he watched the turgid, throbbing head of his cock slide into the round hole formed by her luscious, deep pink lips.

Her tongue taunted the underside of his glans, then swirled wildly around the sensitive cock tip. Another series of sexy slurping oral noises rose to his ears, adding to the alluring submission of this woman, his sister-in-law, was giving to him.

He was hard and thick and aroused. He intently watched her lips move forward, enveloping him. He wasn't sure which thrilled him more; watching the predatory lips take his length, or the damn fantastic feeling of her mouth working so marvelously on his cock.

His ass tightened and he eased himself forward, feeding her a couple more inches. She accepted it willingly, allowing him into the warm haven of her mouth. His shaft disappeared in her face and the throbbing crown of his rod nudged at the back of her throat. Her breaths were deep, her nostrils flaring as she fought off the urge to gag under the ponderous mass of cook she now held in her mouth.

Slow and deliberately, she slid her head back off the pole of pulsating flesh. Her tongue whirled and swirled in exciting flourishes around his swollen circumference. The moist, feather- like caresses played havoc with his control, but he forced himself to remain stiff and allowed her to take her time and give all the pleasure she so obviously knew how to administer.

His cock jerked and jumped eagerly around in her mouth. Her teeth clamped down around him and she sucked swallowing the saliva filling her mouth. Also savoring the very manly taste of the preseminal fluids that mingled delightfully in her mouth.

Reaching the blood-gorged tip of his prick, her lips tightened and squeezed like a strong elastic hand, forming a straining white ring around the thickness of his cock. She eased her puckered lips back over him. Still unable to move his eyes from her, he watched, testicles aching, as his slackened length of manhood vanished into the humid cavern of her mouth.

Changing her approach, she pulled up from his rod of meat in a fast, fire-igniting motion. Her teeth bit down into the super- sensitive glans. She nibbled and licked the bulgy arrowhead, relishing its feel as if it were some rare tidbit of sexual delight especially grown for her. Then she slid up and down on the saliva-slickened pole, allowing it to bury itself in her face, then evacuate her mouth, over and over. She sucked. She sucked, showing the pleasure she took in performing the oral task of satisfying his throbbing staff of desire.

In and out, she sucked. Out and in, she licked. He watched her head bob in rhythm with the entrance and exit of his cock. His buttocks were boulders of aroused tension that swayed with the sliding tempo of her mouth. He cradled her head lovingly, fully appreciative of the tender care she was giving him. He moaned and groaned. His body trembled, fighting desperately to prolong the prodigious sensations she was creating in his loins. At the same time, his balls were seething and burning with a rising tide of come. His scrotum was taut, like stretched leather on a frame. His balls throbbed as he fought to hold back the oncoming explosion of lust.