A Bride For The Whole Family(46)

"And what about you? You and Bryan seemed to have found something to keep yourselves occupied in my absence," he chided, kissing her again, this time, his tongue moving lovingly into her mouth.

"As well as your father," she added, as they finally parted. "All three times."

"Three times!" he shook his head in disbelief. "And now there was Lorraine!"

"And now there's you," she grinned, reaching down to his crotch and finding the hardened length of his cock, somewhat surprised at its condition after Paula and Kate.

"I was watching you and Lorraine," he explained without her having to ask, then moaning as she stroked up and down on the firmness of his manhood.

"Michael, why didn't you tell…uh…about your family?" she asked.

He shook his head, "I don't know. I guess I was afraid you'd disapprove. What would your reaction have been if I suddenly said,

"Look, for the past several years my family has been balling each other. Want to join in?"

She stared blankly at him, then grinned, realizing how ridiculous he would have sounded if he had told her, and wondering if she would have even believed him.

"Then, you're not hurt. I mean, about your father and Bryan," she asked.

"No. What about Lorraine, Paula and Kate," he replied.

She shook her head in the negative, "I thought you and the girls together were sexy. It was sort of a surprise watching my own husband make love with another woman, but I dug it."

She paused, still confused by all that had happened within the last twenty-four hours. "If you're not upset by finding me and Bryan together, then why were you angry when you walked in?"

He chuckled, "Upset with myself mostly. I did a hell of a lot of worrying about how you would react if you found out about my family and myself. You see, it took me a long time to find a woman like you and I didn't want to lose you. I was ready to give this whole scene up for you. Then, when I walked in and found you balling with Bryan, I just couldn't believe it. After all that worrying, you had accepted what was happening with the Hightowers without the slightest hesitation. Somehow the whole thing made me a little mad. You should have made a little protest, just to satisfy all that concern I've been living with ever since I met you."

She smiled and pulled him to her, "I protested, sort of…but that's a long story. We can save it for another time. Right now I feel marvelously good and I want my husband to make love with me."

He grinned, then dropped his mouth to hers, his tongue flicking and dancing and doing all sorts of wonderfully arousing things that ignited and fanned fresh flames of want and desire.

Sliding onto her back, she pulled him atop her. Directing the thick, pulsing shaft of his cock between her opened thighs, she nuzzled the swollen crown of his sex into the willing lips of her labia. Despite the want and lust she had felt for Michael One and his stepson, this was the Hightower for her.

His hips did a quick little jerk and slid the full length of his cock into the liquid warmth of her vagina.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned deeply, as her teeth nibbled at his neck.

Lorraine's mouth had done an excellent job of preparing her for him.

While she now had to admit that a woman was exciting, tongue and lips, whether they be a man's or a woman's, could in no way compare with the fantastic feel of a man's cock fimly embedded deep within the harbor of her body. And nothing could compare to the wonderfulness of her man!

"God!" she whispered, moving her lips and still nibbling teeth up to the tempting morsel of his ear lobe. "You feel so damn good inside me!

Like you were made for me!"

He turned his head so that their mouths met and his lips brushed lightly against hers as he spoke. "I was. Haven't you noticed that before!"

"Hrumph!" she snorted playfully. "I'm married to a cocksure bastard!"

"At your service, madam," he grinned and covered her mouth with his.

His hips did another one of those sexy little wiggles that sent his prick jerking and twitching within her vaginal channel. At "my" service, she repeated with smug satisfaction.

"I love you, Michael," she sighed as his lips once more slipped from hers.

He grinned, loving the marvelous feel of their union  , "I know."

She kissed him lovingly, "And that's what makes you such an arrogant mother fucke…"

"Hold on, wife," he corrected quickly. "I never made it with my mother!

Only my stepmother!"

She grinned, squeezing down on the fullness of his sex sheathed into her belly. He moaned softly as he stared into her eyes.

"Well, right now, I want you to make it with me," she said. "I want my husband to ball me. Fuck me! Screw me! Make love to me!"