A Bride For The Whole Family(48)
She clung to him desperately, her contracting channel of love gripping at the throbbing staff of his sex.
Like a volcano, his balls erupted, blasting off another thick load of sperm and semen. His body shook and quivered as the creamy fountains spurted from the pin-prick hole in the center of his glans and deluged the hole of her cunt.
Chapter 11
Sunday morning! Diana couldn't believe it, as she lay in bed, listening to Michael in the shower. They had only been at the Hightower estate for a day and a half. It seemed like years ago and yet at the same time, only a matter of minutes.
And today, she was to meet the last member of the family. She found herself idly wondering if he had the same sexual prowess of the rest of the family. And trembling a little with excitement she knew it wouldn't be that long until she found out.
"Water's fine! Care to join me?" her husband suggested from the bathroom.
Swinging over the side of the bed, she trotted to their private bathroom and poked her head behind the shower curtain, "Hope you meant that, because I'm coming in."
Which is exactly what she did.
The mutual shower was great. There's really something to having someone else bathe your body, she decided, also making the decision that in the future bathing together would become a regular habit.
"Hey, have the Hightowers ever had a big group bath?" she grinned as Michael firmly sudsed over the furred mound of her sex.
He smiled up at her, "Nope, but you might suggest it. We didn't know what we were missing. However, we've all gone skinny dippin' in the pond together."
Diana then took her turn, bathing her husband, enjoying the quivery little thrills that she sent racing through his body. Afterwards, they took their turns toweling each other dry, which gave a whole new meaning to drying one's self after a bath. Another of those habits to be cultivated, she decided.
In keeping with the informality of the Hightower family, Michael slipped into blue jeans and a T-shirt again. Diana chose some aquacolored 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-inlaw, 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.