James Elliott - A Bride For The Whole Family

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 darkhaired 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.

"She's a very pretty girl, Michael," Lorraine said simply, as she maneuvered her stepson into the mansion's library.

"Very attractive," Michael smiled, glancing at the older woman. "She's everything I'd hoped to find in a woman, attractive, intelligent and…"

"And sexual…" Lorraine's lips formed a coy, knowing smile and her blue eyes flashed with sudden amusement.

Michael didn't answer, but moved away from his stepmother, his eyes darting around him, surveying the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books that lined the wall's of the Hightower library. His father was a collector, This one room contained a small fortune in first editions.

But Lorraine's mind was far from the rare volumes. "Your telegram came as a surprise. We knew that you and Diana were living together, but marriage?"

He twisted around to face the woman again. His eyes widened, obviously irritated by her last remark But Lorraine ignored his reaction and pressed further, "Does she know about the Hightowers?"

Michael's eyes glanced to the floor and he shook his head, receiving a chuckle of growing amusement from the woman.

"Your father and I had expected that you would have at least brought Diana to meet us before you married her," Lorraine continued. "I'm disappointed in you."

"Why?" Michael snapped. "Why should I have brought Diana here? I wouldn't have done it now, if it hadn't have been for the trust."

The woman no longer chuckled, but laughed. Michael had known this was going to happen. He should have tried to avoid it, but he knew that that would have been impossible. He had never been able to avoid Lorraine. Never!

"Poor Michael, afraid his family will frighten off his young bride," she laughed louder, the obviously unconfined mounds of her breasts juggling freely beneath the silky fabric of her caftan.

Damn! he silently cursed himself, as he felt the familiar tightening of his groin. He shouldn't have let this happen. But now that it was here, there was no way of getting out of it.

"I'm sorry, Michael," his stepmother abruptly ceased her laughter. "I didn't mean that. Please forgive me. It's just that this is so unlike you. I don't understand."

The young man's dark eyes studied her, remembering and trying to forget. "Things are different now, Lorraine. Diana and I are starting a life together. The things that happened here are…well, they're gone. They're part of the past!"

"Are they, Michael?" she smiled gently, the blueness of her eyes alive with a light of certainty. "Are you sure it's gone? Just like that; just because you say it's gone?"