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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
[continued]
The Family Swappers
Chapter 12
"I'll take care of it for you, Ron." Arlene took the list of
delegates from Ron Cassidy's desk and headed outside to her own
office. She enjoyed being Ron's assistant, and she was good at
her job, she knew. It was much more rewarding to work for the
middle brother of the Cassidy family than it would have been
acting as her cousin Sylvie's assistant. Arlene settled down at
her desk and began to go over the list. Some of the names were
starred, and those people she must contact for Ron.
Sometimes she was startled to realize how well it had all
turned out. She had thought upon arriving at the Cassidy's place
in Grandville that her cousin's husband Tim was in reality the
perfect man for her! This inner conviction had created a great
deal of friction between the two women, and had led Arlene to
initiate one blissful night with Tim himself. Arlene still
remembered sitting on the young District Attorney's lap that night
out on the enclosed terrace. She would never forget the smooth
hardness of his cock rising upward between her nakedly trembling
buttocks, sinking high into the seeping pit of her willing cunt.
Her own cousin's husband! She and Sylvie had been raised as
sisters by Sylvie's father when Arlene was orphaned at an early
age, and yet even that closeness was not enough to make Arlene
change her feeling that she and not Sylvie belonged with Tim!
That was a long time ago now, and Arlene was glad that she no
longer felt that way. All the status and excitement that she
might have gained as Tim's wife were coming her way now with Ron.
And even though there had never been any mention of marriage, and
probably never would be, Arlene knew that there was a closeness
between the two of them that would last for a long time. They
were two of a kind, really, she mused now, while looking through
the papers on her desk. Each of them had a hard edge, a ruthless
quality that enabled them to accomplish things where others might
fail. Ron did all the dirty work for his senator-brother---
badgering delegates, bribing, tempting, all the things that the
Senator himself tried to stay above.
But more important to Arlene, Ron was really the first person
to ever discover the clue to her secret nature, and he had opened
up to her an entirely new realm of sensuality that she had never
dreamed possible. The pair did not actually live together, but
Ron had insisted that Arlene take an apartment directly next to
his in the elegant new apartment building on the outskirts of the
city. That way, Arlene was always available when he wanted her
for business or for pleasure, and she was always willing and
capable for both.
Chicly attired in a lightweight suit of a subdued tone of
gray, Arlene made an impressive appearance as she sat behind her
desk. Her dark hair had been cut so that a few brush strokes
would keep it in place all day. With a serious expression on her
face, Arlene pressed a button on her desk. Within a few moments
the young girl who was her secretary came in.
"Yes, Miss Pickering?" she inquired.
"Mary, would you please make up a list of the names and
addresses and phone numbers of the starred and underlined people
on this list?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the young girl answered. "Right away!"
Arlene watched as the girl left her office, and then she
decided that she would take a break until the list was completed.
She was feeling a trifle unsettled that day, and she wasn't sure
just why. There was really no reason for her to be dissatisfied
about anything. The secret campaign for Tim Cassidy's nomination
to the Presidency was going well. She and Ron, and of course Tim
himself, were seeing to that. But Arlene realized that it had
been a few days since she and Ron had spent the night together.
True, they had both been extremely busy. Every day counted now
that the summer was approaching, and then at the end of the summer
the party convention would take place and they would make sure
that Tim Cassidy was nominated. It was all pretty exciting, and
Arlene felt a thrill racing through her. To think that she was
connected with such historical events ... that she was actually
helping to shape the course of the country and of the world!
She stood up and went to her window. The office building
that she and Ron worked in was not far from the Capitol and Tim's
Senatorial office, and Arlene could see the buildings from her
window. She paced restlessly back and forth for a moment, her
long slim legs carrying her well-proportioned figure with graceful
steps. Arlene had always been considered a beautiful young woman,
and back in her home town had been pursued by many young men.
None of them, however, had succeeded in capturing her heart.
Although she had occasionally explored the more carnal pleasures
with them, they had done little but scratch the surface of her
deep-rooted sensuality. What Arlene had really wanted was to be
recognized as a person.
Ron had given her both of these things, she realized, her
heart suddenly beating wildly. He had thrust her into a position
of power where all of her talents were put to use, and she had not
abused his trust on her. In addition, he had captured her body
and soul and shown her what it was like to give herself up totally
to another person!
It had only been a few days now, but Arlene realized that she
missed Ron's hard body against hers. She did not really think
that the romance between them was cooling, but the tiny hint of an
idea was there. A few days meant nothing, really, she told
herself.
Suddenly her intercom buzzed, and Arlene rushed to her desk.
"Arlene?"
"Yes, Ron?"
"Get in here, babe. We're going out to lunch with Senator
Grotter!"
"I'll be right there," Arlene replied. She turned and opened
the door to her closet, taking in the sight of herself in the
full-length mirror she had attached to the inside of the door.
She looked perfectly dressed for almost any occasion. She added a
dab of "Femme" perfume behind her ears and about her neck,
inhaling its brisk yet feminine scent with pleasure.
It was a perfume that seemed to announce to the world that
she was no longer a girl, but indeed, a woman! Feeling strong and
capable, she went into Ron's office. More than anything, she felt
they were partners, facing the world and its daily problems
together.
* * *
The lunch took place in the back room of La Fourchette, an
exclusive French restaurant often visited by congressmen and their
cohorts. They had the small room to themselves, although it was
often used for two or three tables. Arlene knew that Ron had
asked that they have a private meeting place, where they could
nevertheless enjoy the excellent cuisine of La Fourchette. In the
front room, a small string quartet played diffused and competitive
music, and this music was piped into the back room so that Arlene
and Ron and Senator Grotter could hear it.
They were just completing the last of seven courses and
drinking a very pleasant Bordeaux with their cheese. Arlene was
no longer participating in the lively conversation with Senator
Grotter because she knew that Ron was not zeroing in on the real
topic of interest. They wanted and needed the influential
Senator's assistance if Tim Cassidy was going to be nominated at
the convention.
He had never shown himself friendly to any of the Cassidys,
and had delighted in making derogatory statements to the press
about Tim's abilities whenever he got the chance. He was an old
crocodile, as Ron put it, and it was up to them to charm him!
Arlene rose to go to the ladies' room. The wine was making
her feel a nice glow and she walked slowly toward the private
accommodations for that room. She seemed to be able to feel the
eyes of the two men upon her swaying buttocks as she moved away
from their table, and she felt proud to be such a good-looking
woman as well as an efficient one. When she returned, she noted
that the mood between Ron and the Senator had softened
considerably, and she wondered if Ron had already succeeded in
getting an agreement from him.
When in his turn the Senator bowed to the exigencies of the
large quantities of wine that the trio had drunk and left the
table to go to the lavatories, Arlene turned to her lover and
partner and asked, "How's it goings"
Ron placed his hand upon Arlene's knee underneath the table.
He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His
sharp blue eyes looked intently into Arlene's, and Arlene could
not help wanting to reach out and smooth his blond hair back with
her hands, to hold him to her right there in the restaurant. It
was true that they were alone in the back room, but Senator
Grotter would be back at any moment. Ron's hand felt like a hot
coal on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt
back as it went and touching along the stockinged length of her
thighs.
"Oh Ron ..." she sighed. She longed for his touch, though,
and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum dizzily
and she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running
up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the moist
spot of her triangular "vee", she was already getting wetter and
wetter as Ron's fingers moved steadily up.
"Oh ..." she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs
ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her
darkly hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. She
wanted him to hurry and touch her there! Perhaps after the lunch
was over they would leave and go to one of their apartments to be
alone!
Ron's fingers advanced across the bare top of Arlene's
thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her
rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the
elastic band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into
the moisture of her trembling secret cunt.
"Ooooooooh!" Arlene cried, pushing her hips down onto the
seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated
hair-lined confines of her soaking wet pussy, creating a friction
that increased with each split second the mounting desire that
Arlene felt in her loins.
"Remember the last time I spanked you?" Ron suddenly
inquired, and there was an urgency in his voice that made Arlene
know that he was excited too. Yes, she remembered all too well
the last time he had spanked her. It had been the last time they
made love, and she seemed to still be able to feel the sharp blows
that he had rained upon her nakedly quivering buttocks. Their
whiteness had shone up at him in the privacy of his bedroom as she
lay crying and trembling across his knees. After each painful
slap, he had slipped his fingers between her legs and created a
flurry of pleasure inside her tightly clenching vagina. She
wondered with a start if he planned to do something to her riot
now ... right there!
"Yes, darling, I remember!" she replied.
She remembered, too, the way he had first brought her to a
breathless climax ... that night in Grandville when he had sought
to punish her for meddling in the Cassidy affairs. Ron had taken
her to his room then and angrily stripped and beaten her bare
buttocks, and had been totally surprised to have her reach a
tumultuous orgasm that way! She too had been surprised, and it
had been the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship between
them.
She was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes were
curling inside her stylish boots. It was so exciting when he
spoke to her this way! But she was unprepared for his next words.
"The Senator's hot for you," he said, continuing his lazy
friction up between her cream-like white thighs. "I thought maybe
you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him
right now. I can see to it that we're left alone long enough, and
it will mean he's ours!"
In spite of herself, Arlene bristled. She understood
perfectly well what the young lawyer was saying, and she knew that
he had probably assessed the situation perfectly accurately.
Senator Grotter would certainly fall right into their laps if they
were to play up to his sexual nature. He had never asked anything
of her before that would put her in such a dilemma. She didn't
seem to be able to answer him. Still, his finger churned wetly
inside her tingling pussy, and the waves of desire continued to
traverse her elegantly-clothed body.
She felt a rush of anger as she saw Senator Grotter returning
from the men's room. There was no time to answer.
Ron whispered, "Just follow my lead ... go along with what I
say. I know I can count on you!"
Arlene felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Ron had not yet
removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Senator Grotter was
right there at the table now, sitting back down.
It must be perfectly obvious why Ron is twisted toward me
like that with his hand beneath the table, she thought with alarm.
It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had
not had quite so much wine. She was relieved when Ron finally
removed his hand, but then she saw him get up and go to the
connecting door. She knew he was going to make sure that no one
came into the room for a certain amount of time. The brandy
glasses had already been served, along with the demi-tasse coffee,
although Senator Grotter had insisted on American coffee and was
downing a big cup of it.
While Ron was temporarily away from the table, Arlene could
feel the Senator leering at her, and she met his gaze across the
table with a frank stare of her own. He was an unattractive man
of about 55 or so, portly with jowls and a girth befitting a man
of his status. No young and dashing senator like Tim Cassidy was
he, and it occurred to Arlene that he must resent the younger man
terribly. She had only met Senator Grotter once before, and she
had no love for the man, knowing him to be a wily and dangerous
in-fighter among the sharks of Washington. Now she looked at him
for the first time in a different light. What was Ron going to
require of her? She didn't possibly see how she could have
anything to do with him that involved getting closer than she was
right now. Then she remembered that Ron had said something about
"putting on a show" ... but in the confused state of mind that
followed her lover's strange suggestion, Arlene didn't know what
to think.
Before she had a moment more to contemplate the situation,
she saw Ron returning and locking the door behind him as he
entered the back room of La Fourchette.
He said not a word as he sat down again beside Arlene, but
she knew that he had arranged it all, and that within moments he
would set out to gain Senator Grotter's favors. A terrible
sensation of anger whipped through her once more as she felt Ron's
fingers rising beneath her skirt again. He had resumed with an
additional bottle of red wine, and suggested that they all drink
heartily. The Senator's eyes twinkled and his booming laugh
filled the room. Had Ron spoken to him before? Did he know what
was to come, when she herself didn't?
Ron's middle finger surged close to the already seeping spot
high between her soft white thighs, and she felt him parting the
darkly curling pubic hairs and inserting the thick digit into the
moisture of her trembling cunt.
Was Ron using her? Or were they as a team setting out to
accomplish something that was absolutely necessary? She could not
decide, and the indecision started an odd kind of fatalism working
in her brain. She drank more of the mellow smooth-tasting wine
and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising heat within her loins
as Ron's agile finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at
the tingling slit of her aroused pussy. It felt so terribly
obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening, when all
along she was certain that Senator Grotter knew what was happening
under the table. Then abruptly the conversation turned from the
innocent topic of the decor of La Fourchette to more explicit
things.
Ron spoke to her in a tone of voice that she knew well. It
meant that he was excited almost to the breaking point. That he
wanted to take her forcefully and hard, that he wanted her to
yield to his strong handsome arms, to let him grind out his lust
upon her, blotting her own out as easily as he would snuff out a
candle with the rock-hard stiffness of his demanding cock!
"How does that feel up in your little hot pussy?" he asked.
Arlene flinched at the words, and at the knowledge that Senator
Grotter was flushing with emotion across from her.
"It ... it feels ..." she began. She must not let him down
... since it had all started anyway, she must somehow see it
through! His finger churned with a new insistent touch,
separating the slippery folds of her wet pussy and worming upward
toward the open spot of her hidden vagina.
"Yes?" he inquired, anxiously pushing and thrusting upward so
that his finger rose into the moist and sensitive pit of his
elegantly-dressed assistant's vaginal orifice.
"GOOD!" she blurted out.
Grotter cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat.
He was enjoying the whole thing immensely. Ron Cassidy had
promised him something special ... something along the lines that
he seemed to know that the older man would like. Now, Grotter was
more than pleased to see that the promise was of a much more
exciting nature than he would have imagined. It was easy to get
girls in Washington. Call girls were thick as flies, and there
was always some little willing thing around if you didn't want to
pay. But Arlene Pickering ... that was something else entirely!
To see the beautiful and intelligent woman beginning to sprawl
down in her seat, right there across from him, her eyes mere slits
as she entered into a passionate state that was obviously complete
and intense ... now that was a show! To know that Ron Cassidy was
at that moment fingering the tight hidden split of this proud and
exciting young woman was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned
forward in his seat watching Arlene's expression with a growing
interest, and noting the motions of Ron's arm as he manipulated
his hand beneath Arlene's dress.
He could feel his already hard cock lurching between his legs
as he thought admiringly of the audacity the young Cassidy brother
had ... to set such a thing up right in the back room of La
Fourchette! He had to hand it to him though, he really knew how
to get a fellow! He had heard tales about Ron, about how the
young lawyer would stop at nothing to get what he wanted for his
older brother. Well, now he was getting a taste of it himself,
and he found it entirely to his liking! Life was a dull affair at
best, and he always liked to add as much spice to his own as
possible. This was the kind of spice that made him think that it
was all worthwhile!
Ron was speaking calmly to the thoroughly aroused brunette
now, and Grotter tried to catch all of his words. He could only
get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the
picture. He was exciting Arlene not only through his intimate
touching between her legs, but by his lewd words.
"... know you finger-fucking ... my fingers are fucking your
tight little cunt ... squirm it ... wiggle it ... ugh! ugh! Is
that high enough for you ... oh God, you feel good up in there!
Don't you wish it were my cock instead of my fingers? You know
you like fucking better than anything ... Senator Grotter knows it
too ... If you want me to I'll fuck you now ..."
With each word, Arlene seemed to lose more and more control
of herself. Grotter could see her spreading her legs wider, and
he leaned over farther in hopes of seeing something. It was then
that Ron pushed the table back, and throwing up Arlene's skirt
with a sudden motion, invited the older man to watch what his
fingers were doing. Arlene whimpered, then shrugged briefly, but
the idea that she was being lewdly exposed to this awful man---but
at the same time serving "the cause"---created a characteristic
surge of masochistic enjoyment that increased her emotion to such
an extent that she groaned out loud.
The pinkly glistening folds of her exposed pussy were plainly
visible to Grotter now as he stared intently at the dark hair-
fringed "vee" up between Arlene's widely separated legs. Ron had
flicked back the narrow elastic legband of her panties so that the
entire naked surface of his comely assistant's thoroughly aroused
pussy was visible, and his bunched-together fingers could be seen
lewdly rising up into the tightly clenching orifice of her vagina,
appearing and disappearing as he thrust again and again up into
her willingly open cunt.
"CHRIST, MAN!" Grotter exclaimed. "You've really got her
going!" His lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of that
elegant cunt, but he didn't want to say anything yet. Ron
obviously had the whole thing thought out; he would let him set
the pace.
Ron would stop whenever he thought Arlene was about to cum.
He did not want that yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the
brink of a cataclysmic release, to arouse her so much that she
would mindlessly obey him. He had done it before in private, and
he knew that it worked. She had become an expert in satisfying
his every whim, and in that manner satisfying her own. This would
be the first performance before another person, but he knew she
would do well. She had been well trained.
"COME ON!" he said to her. "HURRY UP AND STRIP AND I'LL FUCK
THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"
With only a second's hesitation Arlene stood up. She wavered
as she looked over at the alert and deeply reddened face of
Senator Grotter, but she realized that she would be able to go
through with it now. It would be worth it to feel Ron fucking
her, to obey him so well that he fucked her into a state of
ecstatic delirium. She would do as he said, Grotter had little to
do with it, really. She and Ron were performing a ritual which
was a Part of their love-making, a ritual that thrilled her beyond
anything she had ever felt!
She stood near the table, there in the back room of the
restaurant, and began to slip out of her clothes.
Grotter watched with bulging eyes. He had only imagined what
a gorgeous body Arlene possessed, but now he saw. She was smiling
at Ron with a loving expression, and Grotter valued this
experience all the more because it was common knowledge in
Washington that the two were ardent lovers and had been for some
time.
It's like someone sharing his wife win you! he thought,
growing more and more excited.
Her suit top and blouse were gone now and she stood in her
skirt and white lace brassiere, her shapely calves encased in
tight-fitting brown leather. Her full, cream-like thighs came
enticingly into view as she stepped out of her skirt and half-slip
next. The beige tone of her long nylon stockings, held in place
by a dainty white lace-trimmed garter belt, blended subtly with
the soft ivory of her naked loins.
Suddenly to Ron it was as if he and Arlene were alone in the
room. She was playing strictly to him, while Grotter faded even
from his peripheral vision. Before him, Arlene's brassiere
unclasped from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her
fingers, and the full beauty of her firmly ripe breasts swung into
freedom. His swollen penis throbbed as he took in their
enchanting splendor! They rested high and proud in the artificial
light of the restaurant and their quivering pink nipples stood out
on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms
over her head in a provocative motion that was meant to lure him.
Damn! What a talent the girl had! Ron had to admit it to
himself. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman, and
more. He stared at her standing there in just her high-heeled
boots, stockings and garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer white
panties. Then, to his amazement and without another word of
instruction from him, she turned her back to him and, bending
over, slowly drew her silky panties tantalizingly down over her
curved hips and lushly rounded buttocks. She brushed them
sensuously against her smooth white thighs and calves and finally
discarded them at her feet beside her skirt.
Arlene stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping
all her life, and then with a deliberate teasing motion turned to
face the two men. Nearly all of her nakedness was now
voluptuously exposed, from her high rounded breasts to the soft
dark-brown hair-covered mound of her quivering young pussy. The
tiny garter belt and stockings she still wore concealed nothing
from their eager gaze.
Ron turned to look at Grotter and saw the entranced Senator
rubbing his hand across the front of his pants. A swollen bulge
betrayed the existence of his hotly pulsing erection, and Ron felt
a thrill of power as he ascertained that Arlene's performance was
having the desired effect.
Arlene was dancing now, swaying sensuously back and forth
before the two men in lewd countertime to the piped-in music. She
pranced nakedly, her breasts dancing and her buttocks bouncing
softly as she turned to present their ripely swelling fullness to
the watching pair.
"Come here, honey," Ron said huskily. "Let us have a closer
look at you."
Arlene approached, and stood before them. She was waiting
for Ron's hands upon her burning hot body, for his promised
quenching of the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling
loins. But instead of Ron, it was Grotter who reached out for her
while Ron sat motionless watching.
"You're gorgeous, baby!" the Senator growled, and his thick
hairy hands were on her buttocks, pulling her in close to him.
Suddenly she felt his face worming into the narrow split of her
warmly seeping pussy, his nose and then his tongue parting the
tender hair-fringed lips and probing lewdly up inside their
moistness.
She jumped at the unexpected wet contact, and then felt him
holding her all the harder against him, his fingers harshly
kneading the pliable white flesh of her quivering buttocks below
the garter belt. She opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a
fast-paced licking and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She
felt as though she had been doused with cold water, and she looked
toward Ron for some assistance. Instead, Ron gave her a wink and
a nod of approval.
"Try it ..." he muttered. "You'll like it!"
With a shudder, Arlene realized that there was little she
could do about the lewd wet sucking that was taking place up
between her legs. She felt horrified that she had let herself
become trapped into such a cheap scene. Why, Ron could have
gotten anyone of a dozen girls to cavort with Senator Grotter.
Why did he hare to ask her to do this?
Grotter flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of
Arlene's nakedly exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the
tiny trembling lips of smooth cuntal flesh as well as the curly
dark hair that protected them. Arlene jumped against his hands,
but he wasn't going to let her go now. His thumbs spread the
softly hair-lined lips up between her thighs and the teasing
tongue probed hotly, deep into her widespread cunt. Grunting, he
moved toward her from his seat and kneeled in between her legs,
forcing them far apart as he continued the lascivious stroking
with his deftly worming tongue ... slowly up and down within the
nervous young brunette's secret slit, pausing at the most
sensitive areas to rotate it about it in small titillating circles
against her lust-moistened pussy flesh.
He pushed forward and Arlene cried out, losing her balance
and beginning to fall backward. But she felt Ron rush behind her
to cushion her, and she lay softly upon the rug of La Fourchette,
her legs wide-spread and Grotter kneeling up between them.
Oh God! Arlene thought. She would have been able to make
love with Ron in front of anyone, and probably anywhere. But this
was more than she thought she could stand. It was horrible and
degrading to have him kneeling like a big animal down there
between her legs, and shivers of shame and humiliation ran up and
down her spine. But she couldn't even cry out to him to stop.
She had to go through with it now. But inwardly she screamed, I'm
being used! I can't stand it! I just can't stand it!
Still Grotter's tongue teased between her widespread cuntal
lips, working its way all the way up from her insanely tingling
vagina through the palpitating narrowness of her pussy to the
throbbing head of her defenseless clitoris. She was disturbed
that the illicit flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening
pulsing deep within her jerking clitoris, and she could feel the
tiny nib of sensation swelling to full erection against her will!
She began to squirm her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug
beneath her in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue, but
it did no good. The idea that her lover Ron was somewhere behind
her, watching all this, brought low guttural moans of despair to
her throat. He was sacrificing her to Senator Grotter! The naked
white plane of her belly danced erotically before the two men's
hungry eyes as Grotter continued his greedy lapping and panting at
Arlene's helplessly exposed pussy.
The older man's eyes peered up from his enjoyable task, and
met those of Ron Cassidy who was standing behind the writhing
nakedness of the prone woman who was his assistant. Ron nodded
that it was fine for him to continue.
"She's just getting hot now!" he proclaimed.
The words stung Arlene just as if Ron had struck her, and
suddenly she realized why he had asked her about the last spanking
he had given her. He had counted on her putting two and two
together at some point during this ordeal, and it was startlingly
clear. The kind of revelation that Arlene knew made people spend
years upon an analyst's couch had been given to her at that very
moment. Ron's forcing her to submit to Senator Grotter's lewd and
obscene advances was tantamount to his spanking her! Arlene knew
that those spankings were humiliating beyond belief, at the
beginning anyway, but then the pain got caught up inside her
somewhere and changed into something different ... something real
and much more exciting than simple pleasure. This is what Ron was
offering to her now ... an erotic experience to top all of their
experiences together!
And perhaps it would!
Arlene's moans of desperation slowly changed. Her thrashing
body was quieting down to a more steadily rhythmic writhing. Her
humiliation was turning into something else as the soft gentle
stroking of her attacker's tongue began to bring wicked tingles of
pleasure to the sensitive flesh up between her legs. Her very
nakedness, there in the back room of a popular restaurant, began
to excite her and she could feel a definite responsive reaction
begin to stir inside her as the lewd tongue-fucking continued.
Control was slipping away again ... that delicious feeling that
she had with Ron, where all thought was blotted out of her mind,
and she was nothing but a writhing mass of feminine sensuality,
created for loving and nothing else! That powerful desire to
think and keep on thinking was mercifully suspended and a total
relaxation followed that enabled her to give of herself with
complete abandon.
The dark channel of her vagina began to throb hotly. Yes,
she could actually enjoy this obscene act ... yes, she could ...
"MMMmmmmmmmm," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips
upward to meet Grotter's madly licking tongue. "Mmmmmmm!" she
repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide open split of her
streaming pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched
pinkness of her inner flesh.
"OOOOOOOOOooooooochhh!"
Suddenly behind her she felt Ron's hands upon her breasts.
His fingers began to play with the pebble-hardness of her fully
erected nipples. With a little squeal, Arlene abandoned herself
the sudden rush of pleasure as the familiar fingers twisted her
roundly swollen breasts, and down between her thighs her desire-
inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being kindled to
greater and greater heights of lust.
"HURRY!" Ron's voice directed over her nakedly twisting body.
"Put it in her now ... NOW!"
Grotter raised his glistening wet face, and his jowled cheeks
reflected the excitement that he was feeling. Quickly, he opened
his zippered fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt
like granite in his hands, and he could hardly wait. Before him,
he spied the small pink opening of Arlene's wetly seeping pussy,
just waiting and ready for his hard cock!
HE WAS REALLY GOING TO FUCK HER RIGHT THERE!
Arlene stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of
contact with her yearning pussy.
GOD! Grotter thought. She really wants it bad!
As if to echo his thoughts, Arlene suddenly cried out,
"Please ... please ... do it to me now ... NOW I TELL YOU!"
She had to quench the terrible desire that had risen up
inside her, had to know physical peace before she could think
straight again.
Senator Grotter kneeled up between the dark-haired woman's
widespread thighs. He looked down at the widely-parted, shapely
legs and bent down to ease them still farther apart. He almost
seemed to drool over her nakedness as he noted that her stockings
had gotten ripped and that her garter belt strands were all
twisted and stretched. Her seeping coral-hued pussy seemed looser
and wetter than before and Grotter thought he'd never seen
anything so exciting in his life. Certainly had never done
anything that could quite match this long lunch at La Fourchette!
With a pained expression, he pushed his heavily bloated cock
forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head of it in
between the dark pubic curls and up into the velvety cuntal flesh
spread wide before him.
"OoooooooHHHHHHH" Arlene responded as the sliding cock rose
against her helplessly aroused feminine flesh. Her pleading
whimpers filled the room as Grotter thrust the thick tip-end of
his cock up into the spreading entrance of Arlene's willing cunt,
pushing upward, continuing in a slow constant act of relentless
penetration until his cock was finally buried completely up in her
whitely quivering belly.
"OOOOOOGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAHH!" she cried, as Grotter gritted his
teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of Arlene's
tightly massaging cuntal muscles, wrapping around his entering
penis.
The Senator's portly body inclined back from Arlene as his
probing cock attempted to reach the farthest depths of her totally
filled pussy, and he did not seem to want to stop until it was
completely out of sight, buried deep inside the flailing young
brunette's willingly spread pussy and his sperm-filled testicles
hung lewdly against her smoothly naked buttocks. Her long legs
and her boot-clad feet and calves swung outward, quivering visibly
as Arlene lay speared by Grotter's impaling male hardness.
From his excellent position staring down over his lustfully
writhing assistant, Ron could see that Arlene was completely
enraptured. Her red-painted lips opened and closed sensually and
sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Arlene
began to rotate her hips up to meet Grotter as his rigid cock-
flesh pressured hard up into her raging cuntal channel. Again and
again Grotter shuffled in toward her wide-held pussy on his knees,
forcing his outrageously hard penis deep into her hungrily
contracting vagina.
Ron Cassidy watched, his fingers still kneading at Arlene's
softly jiggling breasts. He was fascinated by the sight of his
efficient assistant's dark-haired cunt receiving the thrusting
attacks of the perspiring Senator's meaty cock.
He could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the
sensuous flesh of Arlene's full firm breasts beneath his fingers.
Grotter's thrusting penis, from where he watched, appeared and
disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing brunette's
widely straining pussy. It was throbbing red and swollen and each
time the Senator rammed into her Arlene gave a guttural grunt and
her breasts pulsed heavily in Ron Cassidy's lewdly manipulating
fingers.
Grotter could feel Arlene's cuntal lips clasping tighter and
more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-hardened
cock. It wouldn't be long now, he Bought, and just in time too
... he couldn't last a minute longer! Grotter didn't know how
good Ron Cassidy was in the sack, but he was certain that he was
giving him a run for his money that day with Arlene.
"Get it, baby ... get it!" he began to spit out, obscenely.
"Daddy's throwing it to you, come and get it!"
Arlene writhed around on the rug and let all the perversity
of the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her breasts
being pulled harder and harder, each burning touch creating a
conflagration within her that only heightened the lust between her
legs. The powerful blows that struck the hitherto untouched upper
regions of her secret cunt, filling and stretching it with a
wildly fulfilling pleasure, were wringing a joyful culmination
from her tormented young loins. She tried to speak, but her
throat felt dry and constricted. She felt like she was floating,
and her eyes were tightly closed and there was a breaking deep
inside her. She was bursting, being pulled apart! She walked a
thin tightrope between sanity and insanity ... then suddenly
jumped. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling
sensations that started in her pulsing vagina and spread to the
minutest cells of her body. She was released!
"AAAAAA HHHHHH!" Arlene choked and sputtered and moaned
lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded
cock began to spurt forth its jism.
"OH SHIT!" Grotter exclaimed. "OH SHIT!" His head jerked
backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliered ceiling of La
Fourchette. "NNNNNGHGHGHHHhhhh!" he grunted, lifting Arlene's
trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able
to empty his spending cock deep deep into her climaxing pussy.
"OOOooah ... YES YES YES YES YES!" Arlene cried out, jiggling
upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for
the burning hot sperm that filled her quivering cunt.
She did not feel completely human as caught in the throes of
her tumultuous orgasm she began to murmur a steady stream of
words.
"Oh, give it to me, give it to me ... oh! I want it ... I
need it ... GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEE!"
Ron Cassidy watched the incredible spectacle with great
interest. He felt extremely frustrated by the whole thing now,
and he wished that he could have been the one to bring out this
tremendous orgasm in his beautiful assistant. He felt an
undeniable twinge of jealousy at the thought that a bore like
Senator Grotter could make Arlene cum like that. Logically, of
course, he knew what it was that was exciting Arlene. It was the
time, the place, and the completely untoward situation of being
taken by a near stranger in the presence of her lover.
Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and
Ron could see that Grotter had had it, he hurriedly released his
own throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly into the modulated air
of the restaurant's back room. Strains of heavenly strings still
wafted through the air, and only a soft mewling that mingled with
Grotter's heavy panting could be heard rising to meet the music.
Grotter pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock
glistening wet and forelorn looking. But Grotter seemed more than
pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go! He
clumsily got to his feet, and, still panting, headed for the
bathroom. Ron moved around Arlene's nakedly prone body. He knelt
between her parted legs and looked at the devastation that he
himself had caused to happen. What sight! he thought. What a
gorgeous creature she was. She lay, completely satiated, in a
semi-trance state, and Ron longed to bring her back to life with
the rock-hard cock that he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his
hand. The pinkly shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched
and widespread for all the world to see, and the dark curling
hairs glistened with the combined moisture of orgasmic secretions.
She was an obscenely presented treat, Ron thought, as he stroked
his foreskin all the way back. His wildly staining cock stood out
taut and tight and ready.
There was no time left to fuck her the way he really wanted.
That would have to wait for that night when they were alone
together. The action of his hand on his throbbing, lust-bloated
shaft felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue
eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his
hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious
pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead and his blonde hair fell
forward in his eyes. He closed them with an expression of utter
bliss.
Arlene stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments
she had been totally unaware of her surroundings, but now she
heard the peculiar lewd noise of Ron's hand slapping up and down
on his own lustfully tingling male flesh, and opened her eyes wide
in surprise.
Ron looked down at her with an expression akin to agony.
"I'm gonna cream on you, baby ... I'm gonna cream all over
you!" he announced, and then uttering a spangled cry, he let his
raging hot penis jerk upward with a sharp jolt.
"NNNAAAAANNNN~GHGHGHGHHHHH!"
Suddenly Arlene felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly
reclining body. On her face, running down her large, up-pointed
breasts, splattering on her whitely exposed belly, inching down
her still-spread inner thighs toward her already inundated young
pussy. Ron's cock was waving now, directly toward her face,
spurting out like a bursting fountain, releasing the hot, white
liquid of its ecstasy. She watched stunned as Ron uttered several
final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last
drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Arlene's startled
features.
Yet, she was unable to feel the disgust that she knew she
ought to be feeling. After all, this was Ron ... Ron Cassidy, her
own man wonderful lover!
Chapter 13
"Just set it down there, Ella!" Sylvie was still in bed,
having canceled all her appointments for that day. It was the
third day now since her surprise encounter with Frank, the former
valet, that she had remained confined to her room with a
mysterious illness.
The family doctor, Dr. Darling, had suggested she get a
complete rest, and she was happy to follow doctor's orders since
her terrible lewd experience with the former valet had left her
feeling despondent and weak. She had done her best to hide her
state of mind from her husband, and fortunately Tim's busy
schedule had taken him out of town for a few days so that he was
not there to ascertain the full depth of her depression. When he
returned, they were scheduled to weekend in Grandville.
Tim had left feeling certain that the reliable Dr. Darling
would "fix Sylvie up." The family doctor had a wide array of
shots and pills that Tim was certain would work wonders with his
ailing blonde wife. He knew for a fact that his mother had
extracted from the dear doctor a veritable youth formula, much in
use by movie stars and other prominent people who depended upon
their appearance for their livelihood. She did not have to fly to
Switzerland or Czechoslovakia for such treatments, for somehow the
family doctor managed to have all the latest necessities. And it
was true that Thelma Cassidy, now a graceful-looking widow in her
seventies and a demanding matriarch who still kept more active
than a woman half her age, seemed ageless. Tim was certain that
she would go on forever, and he hoped that Dr. Darling would do
the same for an of them when the time came.
The good doctor had left only moments before, and Sylvie's
tender left buttock felt a tingling soreness where he had stuck
the hypodermic needle in. Yet, she felt relieved that within
minutes she would have a complete change of mood. Shortly, she
would be feeling happy again, and cheerful. She would be able to
work out a solution to the obscene secret that lurked inside her.
A combination of tranquilizing drugs and amphetamines was already
surging through her system to enable her to cope with it all.
The young Irish maid walked carefully into the bedroom,
carrying her tray before her. She had been with the Cassidys for
a while now, having stayed on as Sylvie's personal maid after the
tumultuous events at the Family Meeting Place in Grandville. She
was happy living in Washington with the Senator and his wife, and
she was pleased that Mrs. Cassidy seemed to actually like her now
... whereas in the beginning she had never wanted her about, even
though her puzzling young mistress never went so far as to fire
her.
All that was in the past now, and Ella's main preoccupation
at the moment was to hope that the fine chicken broth and hot
buttered toast she had brought up for the Senator's wife would
please her and make her feel better.
Sylvie smiled wanly at the girl, who to please Sylvie's
mother-in-law was clad in a smart gray and white uniform. Sylvie
hated uniforms, but Tim's mother had persuaded him that any
senator worth his salt had a uniformed household staff. And when
Tim agreed with his mother, there was nothing for Sylvie to do but
acquiesce.
"Would you open the curtains just a bit, Ella?" she asked
with a soft wave of her beautifully-manicured fingers. "I think
it is going to be a nice day after all."
It was mid-morning, and the clouds that had enveloped
Washington for several days appeared to be lifting. Sylvie took
it as a good sign, and sighed, settling back on her fluffy white
pillows, as the sun streamed in through the window malting a
striated pattern upon the thick oriental carpet. Just then the
telephone chimed, and Sylvie gave a little start at its melodious
notes. Nevertheless she was feeling quite a bit better already,
and she picked up the receiver with confidence.
The familiar voice of her secretary came across the wire, and
Sylvie realized that she hadn't spoken to her in quite a while.
It was usually her custom to stop by the small office that she
maintained on "K" Street to read her mail and to help her
secretary answer it. But she hadn't even called in since her
meeting with Frank the other day. She felt a pang of guilt, since
she was usually very good about answering the many letters that
she received every week. Sylvie knew that her name was on the
lips of every teen-age girl in the country since she had initiated
her "Youth Campaign." Using the family money to begin a non-
profit foundation, Sylvie had set up youth hostels all across the
country where certain numbers of teen-agers could live in the
less-populated areas and eventually become self-sustaining by
living off the land. There were young instructors on hand to help
and the projects were carried out as informally as possible with
an eye toward offering the most freedom possible.
Sylvie was very proud that she herself had thought of the
idea, even though it was Ron, her husband's younger brother, who
had suggested that she get involved in something undeniably good
for the country now ..." and by the time election time comes your
name will be a household word! Maybe it should be something with
kids ..."
Sylvie had taken it from there, and of course had had the
help of an extensive staff of Cassidy family lawyers to assist
her.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jennie. I just haven't been felling well ..."
"I know, Senator Cassidy told me; and I wouldn't have
bothered you if it weren't for this man who's been calling."
"Man? Calling ... who ... what did he say?" Sylvie could
feel her heart pounding harder.
"Well, he's on the wire right now ... says he's got to speak
with you! He says his name is Mr. Franks, but he wants tell me
what it's about. He's been calling now for a couple of days, and
finally I thought I'd ask you about it!" Jennie's voice sounded
concerned, and Sylvie realized that she must say nothing that
would alarm her secretary.
You must remain calm, she told herself. You can handle the
situation ... You are stronger than he is ...! Once more, Sylvie
tried the power of positive suggestion. She remembered the
helpful shot that Dr. Darling had just given to her. Certainly
the situation wasn't nearly as bad as she had made it out to be to
herself! Even though she had submitted to that lewd oral act with
the elderly valet, there were worse things in life than that ...
certainly she could rise above that awful memory if she had risen
above so many other things in the pasty
"Oh, Mr. Franks!" Sylvie heard her own voice saying into the
phone. "You say he's on the wire now? Yes, I'll speak with him.
Connect us, Jenny!" "Okay ... I'll speak to you later ... you
get better now!" Jennie's voice clicked off, and then established
the special telephone connection that would enable Frank's call to
be transferred to the Cassidy home phone. Sylvie was grateful
that their private number was so secret that not even the servants
knew it. To safeguard against intruders the number was also
changed as a matter of course every few months.
But Sylvie felt something within her fade just ever so
slightly as she heard Frank's familiar voice on the telephone.
She could not suppress a shudder, and she drew her cream-colored
silk robe up around her neck as she listened to his unctuous
words.
"Oh, Mrs. Cassidy, I'm so glad I've gotten through to you at
last! I just had to reach you ... I was wondering if we could
change that appointment we made? You see, I'd rather not wait
until next week because that columnist fellow's been calling me.
He's terribly persuasive, you know. I'd like to make the final
agreement with you, though, Mrs. Cassidy ... about the contents of
the book, that is ... before I let any of it go!"
In spite of her resolve to remain calm, Sylvie screamed into
the phone.
"All I want is both of those tapes, Frank!"
Her face was pale and her lips tense as the fingers of one
hand clenched into a fist and the others clutched at the receiver.
The maid, Ella, was making herself small in a corner of the
room. She had originally been waiting to be dismissed, and then
she was afraid of signaling her presence in the room, since she
knew that Mrs. Cassidy usually liked to be alone when she was
speaking on the phone. Now she did not know what to do. She
hoped that Mrs. Cassidy would not be angry with her for having
overheard such a heated discussion. Yet, she was listening with
all her ears now, curious about the conversation.
To her consternation, she heard Mrs. Cassidy scream again.
"DON'T TRY TO PRESSURE ME, YOU BASTARD. I'LL BE THERE NEXT
MONDAY AS I SAID---AND YOU'D BETTER HAVE THEM FOR ME OR ELSE! I
WILL BE THERE PRECISELY AT 3:00 p.m.!"
Sylvie flung the receiver back onto the cradle of the phone
and sank back into her pillows with her eyes closed. Ella started
to tip-toe from the room, but when she had traversed half the
floor, Sylvie suddenly opened her eyes and glared at her.
"Ella!" she cried, and the young girl remained frozen to the
spot. The sound of her employer's voice was frightening.
"Yes ... yes ... Ma'am!" she replied.
"What you heard just now is between the two of us. Do you
understand what I mean? What takes place in this room must not go
beyond these walls!"
More frightened than ever at the seriousness of the
situation, Ella stammered out her assent. Then as soon as she
could, she scurried from the room.
* * *
There was a low drone of the jet engines inside the
passenger's cabin as the small private plane carried Sylvie and
her husband toward Grandville. It was the weekend, and Sylvie was
glad that she had not given in to Frank's request to meet her
earlier than prearranged. She had hoped that this would put her
in a position of greater power over him, but in the back of her
mind there also lurked the fear that he would meet with that
columnist the way he had threatened to do.
Ignorant of the blackmail threat that hung over them, her
handsome senator husband sat across a custom-built desk that
covered his knees.
Sylvie knew that her two brothers-in-law would be waiting to
meet them in Grandville, that they too would be spending the
weekend at the family place. Their presence was necessary because
several events had taken place that indicated Tim's push for the
party nomination would have to be speeded up. Senator Grotter had
agreed to lend him his support, but only if he announced his
intentions within the next few days, and Ron and Tim had a lot of
planning to do and several important people to contact if this was
going to happen. Tim had not been an open candidate, and
therefore had not entered any primaries. It was his contention
that they only confused the issue, and Ron felt that his brother's
strength lay in his seeming reluctance to run. They would be
facing the top contender, Scottson, directly once they announced
Tim's candidacy, and Ron wanted to go over the showing that the
popular party member had made in the Mid-west.
Sylvie tried to keep from biting her nails as she sat
nervously watching her husband at work. Seated in one of the back
seats, Ella watched Sylvie, wondering just what she ought to do
about what she had overheard in her mistress's room. There was no
doubt in her mind that it was Frank, the valet, who had been
calling Mrs. Cassidy, and she surmised that he was trying to
blackmail her with the strange tapes she had heard him listening
to that night so long ago. Ella felt a terrible recurrence of the
remorse she had felt then, and her guilt made her want to run up
and beg Sylvie's forgiveness. She had unknowingly carried that
powerful aphrodisiac up to Mrs. Cassidy, thinking it was medicine.
Anyway, that's what young Mr. Erick had told her. Even though she
knew it was really Erick's fault, it had still been Ella who'd
taken it to Mrs. Cassidy's bedroom ... and after her mistress had
warned her not to have anything to do with Erick, too!
As the plane dipped and began its descent to the airfield in
Grandville, Ella crossed herself and prayed for some guidance.
She had to help Mrs. Cassidy to get rid of Frank! None of the
Cassidys had known about the aging valet's growing eccentricities,
but the household staff had been fully aware that Frank was no
longer the willing, silent servant he had been for all those
years. Not all of them knew that he had been called up to Mrs.
Cassidy's room to assist her in her terrible need when she was
consumed by the fiery lusts of the sex drug, but Ella knew, and
she could see the ravages the experience was making upon Frank as
the days had passed before his retirement.
Ella trembled for Mrs. Cassidy now as the plane glided to a
halt. Frank could be nasty when he wanted to be, she recalled,
and she hoped that her mistress wasn't in any kind of physical
danger. She remembered what Frank had said to her once, shortly
after they had moved to Washington after the Senator's election.
"Come into my room tonight and I'll give you a taste of
something good!"
"Don't be silly, Frank," she replied huffily.
"I've got the same thing between my legs that Erick Cassidy
has!" he'd declared, and for the first time Ella had known that
the staff knew of her crush on young Mr. Erick. They all knew
that she could not resist when he touched her with his hot,
impudent hands!
Ella had never known Frank to speak this way to anyone, and
when she appeared shocked and backed away from him, he'd chuckled
lewdly, and added, "And you've got the same thing down there that
Mrs. Cassidy has. She asked me to do it, you know ... she wanted
it ... and I gave it to her!"
Ella had gotten away from him as quickly as possible, but now
she knew that Mrs. Cassidy was not so lucky. He Cassidy's old
valet had come back to haunt her!
The plane came to a complete halt, and Sylvie smiled as her
husband finally looked up from his papers.
"Feeling any better, my love?" he inquired.
"Yes, it will be good to be away from town for the weekend!"
she replied. Tim's hand reached out for hers and he clasped it
gently.
"Yes ... it's a working vacation for me, but I want you to
get some rest!"
Arlene stood on the airfield, flanked by the two brothers,
Ron and Erick. She felt proud to be standing between them, and
watched carefully for the small plane as it taxied to a stop near
them. They were at the portion of the airport designated for
private planes, and it had been Ron's idea for them all to meet
the arriving couple. Ron had also insisted upon Erick's presence
in Grandville that weekend, since he wanted to brief the young
lawyer on the state of affairs. He wanted Erick to be ready to
leave on a moment's notice to champion their cause and represent
the family in Tim's behalf. Ron knew the kind of things he could
trust his devil-may-care brother with, and he was careful not to
entrust anything too sensitive to him.
Nevertheless, Erick was a Cassidy, no matter how spoiled and
how much of a playboy, and he was valuable to the working of the
entire team Ron was hoping that as the youngest brother of the
clan aged, he would become wiser and less impulsive. So far, this
desired transformation had not taken place.
"Here they come!" Erick cried. He had casually put one arm
around Arlene's waist, and his fingers moved appreciatively around
over the indentation between her hips and her breasts. He waved
with his other hand as he caught sight of Sylvie and Tim getting
off the plane, and whistled softly to himself as Sylvie's short
dress blew up, momentarily exposing her long slender legs and
smooth thighs.
Ron gave him a sharp look, and Erick remembered that he would
be forever ostracized from the family if he so much as whispered a
lewd word to Sylvie again. His fond memories of their little
affair had not faded yet, however, but he was content to let his
attentions roam elsewhere for the time being. There was one thing
his oldest brother could never take away from him, and that was
the fact that he had known his wife, Sylvie Cassidy's, passionate
embraces, had heard her screaming under his hard cock and Bering
him to fuck her harder! Neither one of his older brothers could
do anything about the fact that that had happened, no matter what
happened in the future!
He was thinking about how satisfying it would be to be able
to say the same thing of his brother's girl, Arlene. But he knew
that Arlene was a different sort. Unlike Sylvie, who was easily
flustered, Arlene was hard and smart, and it would take a lot of
thinking and scheming to get her into the sack with him!
"I guess that's going to be my nookie for tonight!" he said
to himself as he watched Sylvie's maid descending the ramp of the
small jet. He wasn't really complaining, for it had been some
time since he'd seen the pretty little Irish maid. He couldn't
really deny that she was quite a little number, and he liked the
way she always tried to fight him off, as though she didn't know
that she was going to give in at the last.
The part was still fun, and he could already feel himself
getting a hard-on at the thought of her sleek black-haired little
pussy, squeezing him together between those trim little thighs.
Arlene moved away from him and she and Ron ran up to greet
Tim and Sylvie. Erick nonchalantly tweaked Ella's right nipple so
that no one could see and whispered to her, "See you tonight,
sweetheart! Hope your little cunt s ready!"
Ella hurried away from him toward the waiting limousine,
climbing into the last one. She was the only member of the
servant staff from the Washington house who made the short trip to
Grandville with the family. There was still a permanent staff at
the Family Meeting Place, including a new valet-butler who had
taken Frank's place some time ago. Ella's face was flushed beet-
red from the words that young Mr. Erick had whispered to her, and
she felt her sore nipple where he had harshly squeezed it. She
felt like crying at the thought that he was expecting to see her
that night. Somehow she must refuse him ... she had to save what
little there was left of her self-respect! Johnny was still in
Vietnam, although she had expected him back for good; he had come
home honorably discharged a year before and after a brief stay at
home had re-enlisted, since more men were needed for the
continuing war. Ella had hoped they would be married. She had
thought that by now she would have babies, and no longer have to
work for the Cassidys. But it was not to be. Sometimes she got
letters from him, but then there were times ... months ... when
she would hear nothing, and she would fear him either dead, or
entranced with some local Vietnamese girl, and she did not know
which was worse.
The limousine started up, and Ella, alone in hers, listened
as the chauffeur began to tell her how pretty she was. She smiled
and paid no attention, lost in her thoughts about the
disappointing course of her life. The worst disappointment had
come, oddly enough, during her fiancee's time at home. She had
taken a leave from the Cassidys and had gone back to her parent's
house, where she could see Johnny every day. But the memories of
their old kisses and of that night when he had taken her virginity
on the sofa had been hard to revive, and it was all because of
Erick Cassidy. Ella felt guilty that she had been so unfaithful,
that her body had betrayed her, letting her fall prey to her young
employer's lustful intentions. As Mr. Erick had so often
explained to her, although theoretically she worked for Mrs.
Cassidy, it was the Cassidy Corporation that hired her, of which
Erick was a vice-president and major stockholder.
But Ella knew that his vague threats were not the cause of
her giving into him. There was something terrible inside of her,
just as her mother had often suggested, and as the priests in
church had said. The nuns in school had made it clear that she
must constantly maintain a vigilance against me devils within ...
and Ella had only given in with Johnny the night before he left
for his first assignment in Vietnam!
That one time had given her little pleasure, and a great deal
of worry afterward that she might be pregnant. She wasn't,
though, and this first escape from a premature motherhood had been
a sign to Ella that perhaps her sin had not been too great after
all.
Timidly at first, Ella had let her recently returned fiancee
touch her again, take her with him in his brother's car down by
the river, where he'd parked and lifted her skirt, pulling down
her brief little panties so they clung around her ankles. Then
he'd mounted her, and thrust his desire-hardened cock up between
her tender thighs, forcing them open and worming his way up into
the moist warm split of her soft pussy. Four or five times he'd
thrust into her, hardly more than that first time when she had
been a virgin, and then she'd felt the surging wetness of his cum
spurting out deep within as he stiffened and twitched over her
tensed young body and cried into her ear, "Oh honey, oh baby, oh
honey, oh! Oh!"
Ella remembered it all now as the big black limousine sped
toward the outskirts of town and the big rambling house that the
Cassidys owned. She remembered how she'd cried afterward, and how
Johnny had thought she was crying for her lost virtue when in
reality she was crying out of frustration. How could it feel so
good with Mr. Erick, whom she hated, and so awful with Johnny,
whom she loved? It was puzzling, to say the least, and Ella hated
to admit even to herself that she was relieved when her boyfriend
re-enlisted and gave her that much more time before they would be
married.
Up ahead of the big black car the young maid could see the
other limousine carrying Mr. and Mrs. Tim Cassidy and the two
brothers, Ron and Erick, with Miss Arlene sitting between the
brothers facing Tim and Sylvie.
Ella hoped that the weekend would be as calm as possible, but
she couldn't help feeling the dreadful feeling of apprehension
that she knew Sylvie Cassidy was feeling, even though she was many
miles removed from her unwanted dealing with Frank the valet.
Ella closed her eyes and thought once more about Johnny ...
what was he doing now? But she really didn't care. She wanted to
think about Mr. Erick and how she would escape his attentions this
time. She wouldn't let him come near her! A little shiver went
through her as she thought of what would happen if she did.
* * *
The big clock in the living room struck one. It was early
morning, and Ron had just left his brother shut up in the study
where he was still going over the announcement that he would make
to the public the following week. He himself had spent over an
hour on the phone with Governor Teasdale, who had assured him that
he himself would throw all of his supporters in Tim's direction
when the time came. It looked like things were going to be
happening hot and heavy in the next few days ... and for several
months to come. There would be no rest now until Tim was
nominated, and then they would all be on the Presidential trail!
Ron yawned and poured himself a drink from the well-stocked
bar in the corner of the room. Up above him over the fireplace an
enormous portrait of his deceased father, Jenson Cassidy, stared
sternly down at him. But he knew that the old man would be proud
of him. Of all the brothers, he, the middle son, had inherited
the most of their father's cunning and shrewdness, and Ron knew
that without him masterminding the plan, his older brother Tim
would never become president.
It was all working out very well, and he felt excited and not
very sleepy at all. His mind turned to Arlene upstairs in her
bedroom next to his. He decided he would go up and visit the
dark-haired beauty. Together they would celebrate the big
decision in a very special way he had not even thought of yet.
Carrying his bourbon and water with him, he slowly climbed the
stairs.
Sylvie turned over in her sleep as Ron passed her room. In
her dream she was running as quickly as she could over the dunes
that were only a short distance from the big beach house, the
family house of the Cassidys. Her bathing suit kept falling off,
revealing her breasts to hundreds of spectators who had paid to
watch her run. A voice over a loudspeaker was saying, "What makes
Sylvie run?" and Sylvie herself was trying to ponder the answer to
this question, trying to determine just who it was who was chasing
her. She could sometimes almost see who or what it was by looking
back over her shoulder, but she had to keep running faster and
faster or he would catch her!
Ron continued past her door and on down the hall toward his
own room, passing it and going to the very next door. He assumed
that his younger brother Erick was sleeping further down the hall,
and gave no thought to any of the other members of the family as
he entered Arlene's room without knocking.
All was darkness inside, but he sensed that Arlene was awake
in the big double bed that was at the end of the room. Without
speaking, he disrobed, feeling tension leave him as his lean taut
body was revealed in its nakedness to the dark of the room. A
tremor of anticipation passed over him as he approached the bed.
His eyes were rapidly adjusting to the lack of light, and he could
make out Arlene's svelte shape upon the bed. As he reached the
bed and stood peering down, he heard a rustle on the bed, and
Arlene's hands moved out and her fingers clasped the semi-hardened
column of his cock. It jerked to life in her hands as her other
fingers began to slowly massage his tingling testicles, softly
smoothing over the heavy weight of them while she gently touched
his now fully-engorged penis.
"Aaaaah" she said in the darkness. "I was waiting for you!"
"I'm here ..." Ron replied, his voice husky with desire as he
stood stark still and let his assistant continue her expert
manipulations. "As you can tell!"
* * *
Erick's bare feet padded noiselessly along the hallway. He
had been listening to the sounds downstairs, and now he was sure
that Ron had just gone into Arlene's room.
"Shit!" he thought, "wish I was getting some of that tail!"
His generally mischievous nature had changed little since he was a
small boy, and he thought it might be amusing to find out if he
could hear his older brother while he was going at it with Arlene.
So, on his way down to the first floor of the house to seek out
the little maid, Ella, he made a stop outside his brother's door.
He heard nothing. The solid oak doors of the Cassidy
household did not lend themselves to eavesdropping. Even when he
pressed his ear to the door, he couldn't hear a thing. It
occurred to him that his brother had possibly gone fast asleep,
but Erick remembered the hot looks that Arlene had been giving Ron
at the dinner table earlier, and decided to investigate further.
He carefully pushed on the doorknob and, with experience gained
through years of childhood sneaking about, he succeeded in turning
it without making a sound. One of the light switches for the hall
light was nearby on the wall, and Erick flicked it out before
pushing the door open just a fraction of an inch.
A wild cry met his ears and startled him so that he almost
shut the door again. Then he realized that he had not been
discovered, but had merely tuned in to the love cries of his older
brother's woman. His boyish features split into a wide grin of
satisfaction as he settled down to listen in the hallway.
Arlene's nakedly writhing body was lost in the fire of the
moment. Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her
hips upward toward the maddening probe in between her legs. Ron
was magnificent! She had never dreamed that it could be like
this, that each time she was with him he could bring more and more
pleasure from her body. Her love for him incited her further.
Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that
was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy. The cords of
her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the
tangled hair of his head below her.
"Ooooooh! OOOOoooooohhhhh! AAAaaaaaaaaaghhh!" she wailed,
splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access.
"LICK MY CUNT! LICK IT!" she screamed, pleading with him. "OH
GOD, DON'T STOP NOW ... DO IT JUST LIKE SENATOR GROTTER! LICK IT
LICK IT!" And then there came a rushing in her ears as she choked
and the ceiling seemed to cave in on her with a great resounding
and echoing crash, and she moaned and cried out as the intolerable
delight of her orgasm careened through her. She wanted it to go
on forever and ever, to never, never stop!
As Arlene lay gasping and slowly recovering, Ron turned her
over onto her stomach. Her willpower had been completely drained
by her orgasm, and he kissed her smooth oval-shaped buttocks and
bit them with sharp little nips of his teeth. He was vaguely
unsatisfied. Tonight was special, he thought. He felt ready to
go on for a long time, teasing her and bringing her to greater and
greater heights of delirious pleasure. Tonight, he wished to
extract from Arlene somehow, even deeper form of commitment. Not
satisfied by the lengths which his passionately moaning assistant
had gone to please him with the portly Senator Grotter, he wanted
to devise something even more devastating that would bind her to
him body and soul.
"Spread your legs!" he ordered her.
Chapter 14
Erick was already on his way downstairs. His ears were
humming and his brain spinning. "Good old Ron!" he said out loud
to himself. "So that's how he got old Grotter on our side!"
He was in a hurry now, for he had an idea that he thought
would be extremely amusing, not to mention thoroughly exciting.
He could feel his cock throbbing hard and demanding between his
legs as he made his way to the servant's wing. It was a major
accomplishment to have discovered so easily the secret of Ron's
relationship with Sylvie's cousin Arlene. He never would have
guessed in a million years that the headstrong young woman could
become like putty in Ron's hands!
Erick eagerly sought out the right door in the narrow
corridor that contained so many. He knew well enough that Ella's
room was the third from the left, and without hesitating he
knocked softly. After getting no reply, he turned the handle of
the maid's door and, finding it open, stepped in.
Ella had awakened at Erick's first knock. Now she lay
trembling in her narrow bed as the good looking young man entered.
He was dressed in a black silk lounging robe and wore dark pants
underneath. His blonde hair, like that of all the Cassidy
brothers, was charmingly out of place and a large lock clung to
his forehead. His steely blue eyes glinted and his expression was
amicable as he moved swiftly to her.
"Go away!" she cried, holding her covers up against her chin.
Beneath, she was clad in a simple white gown that came to her
knees and had a white ruffle that closed beneath her chin.
"Why did you leave your door open, if you want me to go
away?" Erick inquired, sitting down on the bed.
Ella started to answer, but he would not let her. His laugh
resounded throughout the tiny room, and Ella was mortified at the
thought that the other servants might hear and know that she was
entertaining Mr. Erick in her room.
"Oh hush ... please hush!" she cried out.
His head bent low and he kissed her with a hard burning
pressure, until her head sank back into the softness of the
pillow. Her eyes were closed and the lids fluttered as the magic
of his kisses did its work within her small trembling body. His
tongue boldly thrust between her pinkly parted lips, touching her
own tongue mercilessly and making her want to die from the bliss
it created inside her.
"NO ... no ... please ... don't go away ... you mustn't ...
we mustn't ..." she murmured, moving her head from side to side in
an effort to escape his mouth.
"Yes..." he said suddenly, pulling away from her. "I'll go
... but you're coming with me ... Come on! Hurry!"
Impatiently, he pulled her up and spun her toward the door,
not even giving her time to put on a robe over her white
nightgown.
"Someone will see ... I can't go out like this ..." she
protested.
"No one's around ... except Tim ... and he's locked in the
study. Anyone who sees you will probably be just a bit undressed
themselves anyway." Once more his laugh echoed out and Ella
cringed as they moved in the semi-darkness past the housekeeper's
room and the new valet's room and the chauffeur's rooms. The cook
had his own apartment that was attached to the servant's wing but
still separate from it, and some of the rooms were more like tiny
apartments than rooms, depending upon the status of the
inhabitant.
Erick was pulling her so fast that she could only stumble
along behind him, too frightened to cry out, yet curious in spite
of herself as to where the impetuous youngest Cassidy was taking
her.
He clamored up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and not
stopping to see if the small girl was able to follow at such a
pace. She had no choice, and together they arrived at the top of
the landing, both out of breath and panting hard.
"Shhhhh ..." Erick cautioned her, and together they tiptoed
down the hall until they got to the door that Erick had listened
at earlier.
"I sure hope they're still at it!" he thought to himself.
And then he knew they were, for through the slight crack in the
door which he had left ajar the rising voices of Erick's older
brother Ron and his young assistant Arlene could be clearly heard.
Ella stood with her mouth gaping open as Erick pushed her
closer so that she too could hear everything.
Inside, Arlene winced forward, jumping slightly as she felt
Ron's finger prodding in between her widespread buttocks. This
was something that he had never yet done to her, although he had
sometimes spoken of it, threatened her with it in the heat of
their love games. Arlene sensed that this time he would go
through with it, and she did not quite know how she would respond.
She felt obscenely naked and unprotected back there as she could
feel the strained skin around her tiny puckered anus being pulled
apart. He had been kissing her and gently nibbling at her white
nether cheeks, and Arlene was surprised to note that his finger in
her anus did not hurt as she had anticipated, but rather sent a
sensation of muted pleasure swelling through her.
Ron moved his middle finger around in the tight expanding
hole, sawing in and out, widening the tiny anus more and more.
Arlene found herself wiggling her hips back against it, her nails
digging into the mattress around her. When the determined young
campaign manager forced a second finger in, however, she winced
aloud from the pain and tried to bounce away from him on the big
bed. The smooth satin sheets were a present from Ron, and Arlene
could feel them crumpling beneath her damp body.
But Arlene had little time to relax, for her demanding lover
had followed her, kneeling up against her own kneeling body,
pinning her down with his other big hand on the small of her back.
Arlene could feel that he was warming to his task, and that shiver
of fear that she always got when she realized that she was
completely at his mercy now ran through her nakedly trembling
body. Momentarily he was still behind her, and then the fingers
began to work together inside her tightly clinging rectum. Her
mouth fell open as Arlene began to groan excitedly, wriggling back
onto the obscene invaders of her hitherto untouched rectal flesh.
A strangely appealing subjugation swept over her. She could feel
him back there deliberately stretching her rectum. His voice came
to her ears, loud and ringing.
"I've never fucked anyone up the ass ... now's as good a time
as any!"
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me there! Screw me up the ass, Ron!"
she twisted her neck and cried back at him.
Outside the door Ella gasped as she heard me unmistakable
evidence that Ron Cassidy and Arlene Pickering were the couple
she'd been listening to! She felt her legs grow weak and she
would have crept away from the awful intimacy going on in there if
it had not been for Erick's strong grip around her waist. He
would not let her go and she feared that struggling would make so
much noise that they would be found out.
"Oh please," she whimpered. "Please!" But Erick was
delighted. It was much much better than he had hoped. He hoped
to kill several birds with one stone before the wee hours of this
morning were over!
His fingers began a rhythmic massage against the naked
softness of Ella's pert high-set breasts beneath her white
nightgown. They felt good to his fingers and he pulled her closer
and closer to him, forcing the hard hot spear of his erect cock
against the soft protrusions of her buttocks. He knew that even
beneath their clothing she could feel the hardness of it, and that
she would remember what it had felt like to have his churning
penis thrusting high into her willingly widespread pussy!
The young Irish maid whimpered and was silent, but Erick
could feel her trembling against him, her body beginning to
respond to his forward thrusts as he held her tightly to his
loins. They stood just outside the door in the hall, listening to
the lewd sounds and words coming from inside the bedroom, and
Erick's breath became heavier and heavier to match the intensity
of the actions inside. He could sense Ella's total nakedness
beneath her nightgown, and their very position there beside the
open door began to excite him more and more.
Inside the bedroom, Erick's older brother pulled his fingers
out of Arlene's quivering anal opening, the rubbery skin of her
anus clinging to them and making a sucking, hissing noise.
"Kneel up more!" he said thickly. "Get your ass up higher!"
Obediently, Arlene drew her knees up further under her,
presenting him with the fully stretched cheeks of her buttocks as
she felt his hot hard body move in between her open thighs. A
shiver of anticipation surged through her limbs as suddenly she
felt the smooth bulbous knob of his penis resting within her
widesplit nether crevice. Subserviently, she reached her hand
back through the arch her legs made and began to gently stroke and
cup the heavy sac of his testicles.
"Put it in for me!" he hissed at her, and she took hold of
the hotly throbbing cock, feeling its width between her fingers
and feeling frightened once more. It seemed too big to go inside
her back there! Yet she wanted to do what Ron wanted, and she
held her breath as he clutched at the top of her trim, widely
separated thighs and she placed the bluntness of his male hardness
against the tight, hairless opening of her rectum!
Ron began to push against her, straining into the tight
virginal hole of her anus. She was about to tell him that it was
no use ... it would never go in, when the tiny muscle of her anus
gave way and the persistent head of his cock burst into the
sanctity of her nether flesh. Desperately, she tried to pull away
from him, but he held her tight.
"OH GOD! RON ... IT HURTS ... I'M TOO SMALL BACK THERE!" she
cried.
But he ignored her pleas, shoving mercilessly as he hugged
her shapely hips in his savage attack, and growling, "Push back!
Come on! Help me out! Push your ass back!"
Arlene could hardly think. Every way she turned there was
pain and more pain. The agony was unbelievable!
"Back ... BACK!" he snarled, seemingly angered by her
immobile stance, but she was afraid to move for fear of the pain
inside her. Nevertheless, she tried to move her buttocks backward
and with a deliberate, mind-shattering effort born of love, she
allowed his slithering cock to surge into the spongy resistant
flesh of her back passage.
"AAAAANNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" she groaned as his pelvis smacked
loudly against the softness of her upturned white buttocks. She
heard him give a harsh whine of passion as he began to saw deep
into the soft confines of her fully presented rectal opening.
Listening in the hall outside the bedroom door, Ella had
begun to respond to the sounds of the lewd love-making by writhing
backward against Erick's thrusting loins, and when his hands began
to lift her nightgown up, she could not protest.
Oh, God forgive me... but I want him to touch me so! she
thought, her flesh burning with desire as his fingers revealed the
creamy nakedness of her soft white body. When her nightgown was
way up around her hips and her sleekly quivering buttocks were
bared to him, she felt him pull her in against him once more, and
to her shocked surprise she felt the naked hardness of his exposed
penis pressing fervently into the split of her buttocks.
Oh no ... she thought. He's not going to do the same thing
to me ... he CAN'T ... not here ... no! But she did not know what
to do as he began to push and slide the nakedness of his lust-
hardened cock in between her trembling ass-cheeks, bending her
body this way and that as it pleased him so that he could get the
desired sensual effect. She was relieved that he did not try to
enter her there, for she could hear the horrifying sounds of Miss
Pickering being rudely sodomized by Ron Cassidy. She knew that
she could never ever recover from such an act and tried to
convince herself that Erick Cassidy would never do such a thing to
her! He forced her to bend over forward, letting his hotly
throbbing cock fit smoothly into the spread entrance of her hair-
lined cunt, and Ella shivered with mounting desire.
Yes, she thought, oh yes ... do it now ... right now! She
felt so excited that she began to push her creamy white buttocks
back, and as she did so the long thick hardness of Erick's
thrusting cock slipped high into her willingly pulsing vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnnghh!" she moaned, twisting back onto him as
she felt herself being filled by the incredible mass of his lust-
bloated penis.
OH, IT'S HARD AND WONDERFUL AND I LOVE IT! she thought, in
spite of herself.
His hands firmly planted on Ella's hips, Erick Cassidy began
a slow skewering motion into the young girl's warmly seeping
vagina, feeling his heavy cock speeding along the entire length of
her tingling narrow channel, and listening to her soft moans of
pleasure. But this was not all he had wanted of her, and boldly,
after once more assessing the sounds coming from inside Arlene's
bedroom, he began to push forward into the room, carrying Ella
along with him still firmly attached to him by the lewd
penetration of his desire-swollen penis inside her clinging
vagina.
Ella realized what was happening, but she was too terrified
to try to get away. What could she do anyway? He held her so
hard that she could feel sharp shooting pains where his fingers
dug into the soft fleshy area of her hips. Yet, as he moved, his
hard cock jiggled and thrust within her moist confines in a most
exciting way.
To her alarm, she could hear the noises of the copulating
couple on the bed very near by. She and Erick were now almost
right next to the bed, she was certain of it.
But Arlene and Erick's older brother Ron were so preoccupied
that they didn't know that they had company.
By degrees that pain was lessening within the stretched walls
of Arlene's thickly filled anus, and a certain stimulation began
to blend with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head from
side to side, her dark hair a crazed entanglement hanging over her
face as Ron rammed into her again and again and again.
"UNNNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNNNNGH!" he grunted
animal-like behind her. "Move your butt!" he commanded. "Can't
you do better than that?"
His words stung Arlene as she tried to comply. He was
sodomizing her! Her own dear Ron was performing this completely
debasing act upon her! She tried to think, but each time his
brutal thrust would drive her forward and she would squirm back
onto his hard penetrating cock until soon she was filled with an
all pervading masochistic joy. The pain had become pleasurable!
She began to shove backward with vigor, in a tempo to meet the
young lawyer's brutal thrusts. It was getting better and better
... unlike anything she'd ever felt before! She marveled at the
power of her body to bring her new sensations when she thought she
had already known them all.
It was then that the piercing shriek stunned them both, and
Ron's surging cock was still plunged within the tightly clenched
narrowness of Arlene's widely split rectum. Directly behind them,
right there in the room, a woman had screamed. And now
immediately following the scream, sharp sounds of sobbing and the
lewd noises of flesh slapping against naked flesh met their ears.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Ron cried out.
"Never mind!" his brother's panting voice replied. "GO ON
WITH WHAT YOU'RE DOING. IT'S JUST ELLA AND ME, AND WE'LL TAKE OUR
CUES FROM YOU! DAMN, YOUR ASS IS TIGHT, ELLA!"
Ella's cries of pain lifted to the ceiling and Ron could feel
Arlene trying to scramble away from him.
"Oh no!" she was saying. "Good God, Ron ... get that awful
boy out of here!"
Ron was on the verge of agreeing with her, at first outraged
by his younger brother's rude intrusion into his private life.
But then the humor of the situation struck him, and he had to
chuckle as he heard Ella's whimpering noises and envisioned the
two of them there at the foot of the bed. He turned his head
around, still without releasing Arlene from his strong grip of her
upper thighs, and in the darkness could make out the shape of the
other two gyrating bodies ... the white of Ella's uplifted
nightgown ... the pale blond of Erick's hair. He had to hand it
to his brother ... when he decided to pull a stunt it was usually
a lulu!
As Arlene continued to protest, he suddenly yelled at her,
"Shut up! I'm not finished yet! Let them fuck all they want,
they're not bothering us!"
Arlene was silent. She had always tried to dissimulate her
dislike for Erick, feeling herself above such things, but now she
felt distinctly debased by the youngest Cassidy brother, and she
knew that he was doing this primarily to humiliate her! The fact
that Ron was going along with it hurt her deeply, and she could
not keep tears of bitterness from springing to her eyes. She had
thought herself above the kind of situation Erick had gotten her
cousin Sylvie into several years before, and now she herself was
being exploited in much the same manner. Only it was worse,
because the man she loved was going along with his insensitive
brother ... joining in this dually debasing scene!
She could hear Ella's whimpers changing to sounds of utter
pleasure, and she guessed that Erick was touching her body in such
a way as to alleviate the rising pain between the young girl's
cock-spread buttocks. Her own buttocks were once more lewdly
stretched and the long insertion of her lover's throbbing penis
deep within her arching rectum made itself felt again as the
painfully embedded male flesh recovered from its temporarily
softened state and grew harder by the second.
"Come on, you sweet bitch ... give it to me ..." he growled
down at her. "But first, TURN ON THE LIGHTS!"
"NO! NO NO NO!" Arlene protested, but Ron forced his angrily
stiffened cock so deep into her defenselessly upthrust buttocks
that she wailed with pain and lifted her hand up toward the low
switch on the wall by her bed. In a second the room was flooded
with a soft yellow glow from Arlene's night table, and Ron nearly
knocked her flat on her face as he shoved up into her cringing
rectum again, this time turning his head so he could watch the
lewdly occupied couple behind them.
It was true ... they were doing it too! Erick was fucking
the little Irish maid right up her ass, and from his position on
the bed, Ron could see his brother's lustfully penetrating cock
sliding in and out between the full firmly rounded moons of white
flesh that formed the moaning girl's buttocks. He could even see
the pink flesh of her round little ass-hole draw back with Erick's
cock on the outstroke, greedily clasping at it as if to keep it
from escaping. He stared in sadistic delight as his brother's
sperm-laden balls smacked resoundingly against Ella's tight little
dark-haired cunt each time he sank his rock-hard penis to the hilt
in her wide-split crevice.
Ron felt his own lust-bloated testicles palpitating almost
painfully and his throbbing cock felt as if it were charged with
electricity each time he plunged into Arlene's uplifted buttocks.
Now she was moaning like a mad-woman, her beautiful face flushed,
her eyes rolling in her head, and Ron knew he couldn't last much
longer.
He had fucked with his brother before, Ron remembered ...
long ago when they had been boys in prep school, and then later in
college ... and they had had some good times together, and some
pretty hot numbers. But Ron couldn't remember ever having done
anything nearly as exciting as this dual sodomizing! He had
wanted something special for that night and he was getting it! He
could see Erick watching him too, even while he thoroughly impaled
the writhing young girl in front of him, and Ron realized that
they were in a kind of contest together. Who would last longer
... who would cum first??
Ron's hand came down on Arlene's palely jiggling ass cheek in
lewd imitation of a jockey with a thoroughbred horse coming down
the home stretch toward the finish line.
"EEEeeeee!" Arlene wailed in painful protest, but the
excitement had begun to swell within her again and she reached
back under her, tickling Ron's lewdly swinging balls and turning
her face sideways so that he could see the effect he was having on
her. Sweat poured down Ron's face as he rode her wildly and
impersonally. She felt herself to be a mere vessel for his
pleasure, and this contributed to her own growing pleasure. What
could be more important than receiving his long hard cock... than
giving him the utmost pleasure that she could possibly manage???
She knew that the presence of his brother and the maid was making
him reach new heights of excitement, and swallowing her own pride
once more, she found at the depths of debasement a greater desire
than she had ever known filling her nakedly gyrating loins.
Erick watched fascinated as up on the bed his older brother
Ron's thickly throbbing cock disappeared all the way up into
Arlene's wriggling buttocks with every cruel thrust. None of it
was left visible to his eyes as it submerged its full depth into
the tightly resilient passage, staining its head as if to burst
asunder in her tightly clasping anal channel.
Erick had always wanted to get a beautiful bitch like Arlene
standing on her head so he could fuck her in the ass. He had done
it to Sylvie, his oldest brother's wife, and he hoped one day to
be able to do it to Arlene, too. For the moment, though, it was
enough to watch and to feel Ella's trim little buttocks smacking
against his loins, to know that once more he was bringing the
young maid to the point of orgasm with his burning hot cock,
owning her and conquering her with his stronger will.
Ella moaned and mewled as the thick desire engorged penis
churned within her straining rectum. He had penetrated her there
with one swift devastating thrust, taking her by surprise after
exiting from her desire drenched pussy. And now, she found
herself filled with a sense of total abandon.
What did anything matter anymore? She had done the worst...
was in effect enjoying the obscene deed being perpetrated upon her
half naked body. She had allowed herself to be taken in the
crudest, most sinful manner known to non or woman, and in the same
room with another couple who were doing exactly the same thing!
There was no hope for her mortal soul now, and the knowledge
suddenly and blissfully freed her!
"OH YES! ERICK, FUCK IT! FUCK IT HARD!" she gasped out, her
lewd words filling the room and spurring not only her own partner
but the other hotly writhing couple to a faster pace.
Erick felt he could cum now whenever he wanted to. He drew
his cock out to the tip, watching her virginally tight rectum
pucker pinkly around him, and then rammed in one long smooth
stroke all the way to his loins. Ella whined in ecstasy, and on
the bed Arlene echoed the same intense sounds. Erick fucked into
her again, pulling Ella back onto his lust-throbbing cock like a
smooth fitting glove, causing her to scream again.
Ron did the same, and Arlene screamed with pleasure. The
boiling hot lava of his sperm began to churn in Ron's heavily
veined, pulsing cock. The acute tingling that signaled his
imminent release had started!
Ron grunted loudly as he thrust his fully expanded length
into Arlene's widespread back passage, his entire naked body
beginning to jerk convulsively against her presented buttocks.
His mouth hung open loosely as he clawed at the silky skin of
Arlene's waist with harsh, clutching fingers, pulling her cream
white buttocks even wider apart for his thickly climaxing cock to
skewer yet another fraction of an inch up into her.
"I'M CUMMING, ERICK!" he shouted back to his brother.
"CHRIST, I'M CUMMMMMMNNNNGGGGGCGGGGG!"
"ME TOO, YOU HORNY BASTARD!" Erick cried back. "MEEEEE
T0000000000!"
Erick grunted and began to pump thick jets of boiling hot
sperm from his speeding cock, filling the swollen tightness of
Ella's plundered young anus with the white fluid of his cum.
Beneath Ron's battering attack Arlene felt the first
delicious torrents of the hot white cream splutter wildly into the
aching depths of her abused rectum. It surged through her cock-
split rectum like a volcanic eruption, warming her belly
rapturously. The sensation and the lewd knowledge that Ron was
actually paying more attention to his brother at this intimate
moment than he was to her, strangely touched off her own climax
and she screamed as the great rush of pleasure rippled through her
trembling loins.
"AAAAAAAAAGGGOGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"
The combined cries of orgasm swirled to the high ceilinged
bedroom. Ella's voice was a high pitched soprano sustaining her
notes near high "C" as Erick's fingers touched the streaming pit
of her dark brown hair-fringed pussy and the thick white sperm
from his cock slid back out of her sore rectum and down the inner
sides of her widespread thighs.
"GIVE ME YOUR CREAM, GIVE ME YOUR CREAM! OH RON, RON, I LOVE
YOU! LOVE YOU!" Arlene sobbed piteously, her entire body wracked
with spasms as Ron clung to her from behind. The pleasure within
her seemed to go on forever as she let herself get lost in the
world of her own carnal sensations. Distantly, the wetly obscene
sounds of the other couple mingled in her head, and she knew that
they were all experiencing some kind of lewd four way climax,
where each orgasm hung on the others and was continually spurred
on in a dizzying, mind expanding chain reaction.
Arlene's head swam as she felt her quivering knees give way
and Ron pulled out of her at last with a soft gaseous, sucking
sound. As he fell to the side of her, she collapsed, her sweat
covered naked body completely spent.
Chapter 15
Arlene could feel Ron's body warm against her as gradually
she began to recover. The reality of the strange situation was
returning, and she wanted to be alone with her lover now. It was
then that she heard Erick's smooth voice.
"Let's have a little fun with the girls!" he said.
Arlene sat up in bed, her face livid with anger. She
clutched for a piece of the sheet to cover her nakedness. Erick
was standing naked in the middle of the room, having apparently
just removed his clothes, for his long black lounging robe and a
mixture of underwear and trousers lay upon the floor. Beside him
the indecisive figure of the disheveled Ella stood clad in her now
rumpled white cotton nightgown.
Arlene glared at the two of them and was about to speak her
mind when Ron, rising up on his elbow beside her, drawled out,
"Why not? What do you have in mind, Erick?"
"Get out ... get out of my room, all of you!" Arlene cried,
nonplused. "Enough is enough!"
But Ron's fingers were already curling around her breasts,
beginning to tease them the way he always did, bringing all the
unwanted desire rushing back to the flushed surface of her naked
body.
"Enough? Sometimes only too much is enough, my darling!"
To her consternation, Arlene could not stop the continuous
waves of pleasure that were coursing through her loins. She was
mortified though, because she could see Erick looking at her
impudently, his blue eyes mirthfully flashing. Ron's younger
brother grasped Ella about the waist just as she was backing away
to the door and brought her close to the bed.
"The two of them!" he said to Ron. "Let's see them do it to
each other!"
"YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND!" Arlene cried.
"NO! I'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE! PLEASE LET ME GO!" Ella
squirmed and tried to pull away, but with a good-natured laugh
Erick pushed her onto the bed next to Arlene.
Ron's fingers tightened their grip around Arlene's body, his
hands cupping against her large firm breasts. When she tried to
twist away, his hands pulled her back, pressing expertly at her
sensitive nipples and sending shivers of unexpected and unwanted
desire racing through her helplessly pinned body. But it was a
desire for him, not for the perverse caresses of some maid!
"Mmmmm ..." Ron was saying. Just the thought of it was
enough to make his pulsing cock raging hard again. "That would be
quite a sight, wouldn't it?"
He was looking steadily at Ella, and she cast her eyes
downward, unable to withstand his lustful gaze.
"This one will do anything I say!" Erick bragged to his
brother.
"This one too!" Ron laughed, pinching Arlene's breast
knowingly. "Come on, baby," he said to her persuasively. "You'll
like it ... I know you will!"
"Oh God," Arlene moaned softly. "Oh God!"
She tried not to think of anything. Her eyes remained closed
as she heard their voices trading wise remarks and then breaking
into raucous laughter once more. How could anyone be so crude?
The Cassidy brothers might be fine separately, but Arlene could
not abide their staggering male chauvinism when they were
together. She had always thought that she and Ron had an
understanding about the male and female roles ... and certainly in
their daily work life together there was not a hint of the usual
kind of masculine injustice toward women. She was valued as an
equal ... a valued and valuable partner! In their private life,
she chose to let him conquer her body, to extract from it the
greatest delights. But recently things had been getting out of
hand. First that 'lunch' with Senator Grotter, and then the
double sodomy and now THIS! Arlene did not know what to think.
She burned inwardly at Erick's original statement about 'having
fun with the girls'!
Both Erick and Ron mistook her silence for compliance and
began to take full advantage of the situation.
Helplessly, Ella looked to Arlene for help, but the older
woman refused to look her in the eye. Erick was urging her on,
directing her, pushing her hands toward the softly protruding tips
of Arlene's breasts with their dark areolas the size of half
dollars. The bewildered young maid was frightened of many things
... of Erick, of Ron and of Arlene herself. How had she ever
gotten herself into such a situation? She felt that they were all
forcing her into a lewd act of which she wanted no part. But she
was already in a thoroughly compromising position and it seemed
too late for regrets. With trembling fingers, Ella reached out
for Arlene's stiffening body. The dark haired woman's nakedness
was partially covered by the satin sheets, and only her torso and
breasts were exposed to the trio's eyes. Her voluptuously white
body gleamed in the soft light of the night lamp ... beads of
nervous perspiration glistened all over her skin. Ron reached out
and pulled away the rest of the sheet. Her figure was perfect.
The rib lines above the sharply indented waist, the navel with a
thin line of down that ran like a pointer to the sleek curls of
dark pussy hair against which the tops of her thighs pressed in an
unsuccessful effort of concealment. She was all breasts, hips and
thighs, seemingly ready to comply with the two brother's lewd
suggestions.
Arlene felt two small hands touching her nipples, and closed
her eyes tighter. She looked almost noble as she shivered beneath
the young woman's unfamiliar touch.
"Lie down!" Ron cried enthusiastically, moving over on the
bed to make room for Ella. Dutifully Ella climbed up onto the bed
as Ron's hands pushed Arlene down. Tears welled into her eyes, as
Arlene realized that she was only a spectacle for the Cassidy
brothers and that Ron was going too far in the little love game
that they had devised between them. DID HE THINK HE COULD MAKE
HER DO ANYTHING ... ANYTHING AT ALL? But it occurred to her that
perhaps he could, otherwise why was she lying there no, doing as
she was told??? She knew that it was not only because she dreaded
the stupidity of a scene, of a direct confrontation during which
she would refuse to have any more to do with any of them. After
all, she had just agreed to make love with the other couple right
there in the room ... was it really such a big step from that to
this?!
Arlene could hardly believe it when the young maid's fingers
continued to touch and stroke her breasts with gentle severance,
gradually becoming more used to the task and more expert at it as
Arlene's nipples hardened unwillingly beneath the exciting
pressure. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides as she
lay with her legs slightly parted, eyes still tightly closed,
allowing the frightened maid to caress her quiveringly naked
breasts. Ella was now tweaking the nipples with determination and
Arlene could hear the girl's careful, heavy breathing, as well as
the breathing of the two men watching.
"Keep it up!" Erick commanded. "Lower ... go down lower!"
"Let's get her nightgown off!" Ron suggested. The rustle of
clothing and the temporary surcease of the gentle touching at her
breasts told her that they were taking off the little maid's prim
white nightgown. Then Arlene felt the girl begin to trace tiny
invisible fingernail lines across her rib cage and down along her
stomach to the softly indented navel, pausing there to draw a
small circle inside. Arlene lay trembling with shame, and Ella
felt much the same way, except for the rising curiosity within her
as she began to explore another woman's body for the first time in
her life.
It occurred to Ella that she would do to Arlene just what she
herself found stimulating, and that way she would hope to avoid
displeasing her and making her that much more uncomfortable. She
sensed now that both of them were in much the same position, and
her heart went out to Arlene as another woman who was being put
down by the Cassidys.
How degrading! Arlene thought. How terribly degrading!
Tears streamed down her cheeks now as she realized that she would
never really be the same again. All her life she would remember
this night and wonder how to go about forgiving herself for
letting it happen!
She had always maintained a fierce indifference to the idea
of lesbianism, pushing out of her mind any curious thoughts she
might have had on the subject. Even that long ago childhood
touching that she and Sylvie had done in bed at night had been
pushed to the farthest reaches of her mind. Now it returned to
haunt her, and she remembered just how close she and her cousin
had once been. Unlike now, when they had little to say to each
other although they traveled in much the same circles. She felt a
strange nostalgia for that friendship ... that sisterhood with
Sylvie that she herself had so blithely tossed away upon her
arrival in the Cassidy household.
The fame and glory of the Cassidys had blinded her, making
her forsake Sylvie's friendship and quite literally betray her to
the male members of the family. For it was she who had revealed
the presence of an incriminating tape recording to Sylvie's
husband Tim!
Well, I'm paying for that now! Arlene thought suddenly. I'm
paying for everything! She lay there with her cream white legs
spread apart, her body growing more and more tense as the small
fingers reached the curly tendrils of her cringing hair-lined
pussy.
"JESUS!" Erick exclaimed from his position beside the bed.
"You're doing okay, Ella ... don't stop now!"
Erick was beginning to pull at the desire-enlarged shaft of
his lustfully throbbing cock. He had never seen anything so
magnificent as the sight of the two young women together. He
could tell that Ron was enjoying it too, as his brother looked on
with an intense expression, his hand fondling down between his
thighs, clutching the swollen hardness of his rigid penis.
"Oh God!" Arlene moaned again. It was going to happen now.
She felt sticky and moist all over and she could feel the eyes of
the two brothers boring into her flesh. She felt shamed and
defenseless and humiliated.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" she cried out as finally Ella's fingers spread
the slender hair trimmed lips of her vagina, exposing her
quivering little clitoris to the air. Then the fingers were
sliding softly over the growing pleasure-bud, teasing it, tickling
it, pulling at it.
Ella was playing with Arlene's moist cuntal furrow the way
she played with herself in the secrecy of her bed. That sinful
activity that she had grown so used to and so accomplished at was
now being put to some other use!
Arlene groaned and bit her lips. The softness of the maid's
touch was strange to her. It brought back the feathery delights
that she and Sylvie had known, and after all the rough tortures
her body had been through this evening she was profoundly shocked
by the change. Ella's fingers were reaching her on some other
level ... a level that Arlene had not really explored in depth.
The young maid stroked her tenderly, almost as though Arlene were
a child, and she could sense a sympathy behind the light touches
as though the small, almost frail girl were speaking to her with
her hands, telling her not to be frightened, that she would not
hurt her or abuse her as a man might.
In spite of herself, Arlene could feel her trembling pussy
beginning to grow moister as her clitoris expanded beneath Ella's
agile fingering. The maid kept on working at the delicate cuntal
flesh, slowly but surely, gently massaging and caressing. Then
she let two of her fingers slip into the wetly seeping opening of
Arlene's pliant cunt, plunging up, up into her clasping vaginal
passage, softly pushing against the walls as her tightly held
together fingers traveled the full length of the other woman's
warmly awakening pussy.
"Aaaaaaaah!" Ella cried out in response to Arlene's cry of
pleasure.
"Get on top! Get on top!" Ron urged excitedly.
Erick thought he was going to cum any second, and momentarily
stopped the intense beating of his hand against his blood-swollen
cock as he pulled the thick foreskin all the way back, letting his
huge bulbous cock-head stand out proudly and ferociously.
Ella did not wait to be told a second time, and almost
eagerly she climbed up from between Arlene's tremblingly
widespread legs, without removing her firmly implanted fingers
from the throbbing furrow of the other woman's cunt.
The humiliated young girl climbed halfway on top of Arlene,
pressing her own naked breasts down against the voluptuously
quivering shapes of Arlene's larger breasts. Arlene sighed loudly
as she felt the soft sensation of breasts pressing against hers,
while Ella's fingers still swirled insistently around up inside
her tingling cunt. The combination was unbearable. It was
comfort and warmth, it was mother love with sex added ...
everything she who had lost her mother at an early age wanted and
needed. Arlene made one last desperate effort to control herself,
to call back that dignified and alert young woman she usually was;
but it was no use. Even with the two onlookers, the lewdly
engrossed brothers, she still could not prevent herself from
letting go. There was nothing left for her but the incredibly
perverted thrill of Ella's love making and she abandoned herself
to it as though she were drowning and Ella's slender body would
keep her afloat.
Ella could feel the change in Arlene and it inspired her.
Moaning softly to herself, she began to rub her dark hair-fringed
cunt down against the quivering mound of Arlene's pussy while
Arlene writhed sensuously beneath her, her legs straining apart.
She just didn't care anymore. Ella felt a wonderful sense of
power that she could make Arlene respond to her this way ... that
she could bring such pleasure to the older woman's loins. It gave
her a completely different vision of herself; she was no longer
just a maid to be attacked whenever Erick Cassidy felt like it ...
or to wait years for a fiancee that she was realizing she didn't
even love. She was a person ... a woman who could bring pleasure
to an intelligent and forceful lady like Arlene Pickering as well
as any man could!
Arlene moaned as Ella increased her caresses, slipping her
fingers in and out of the brunette's lust-aroused pussy as though
she were possessed by a demon, wriggling her small shapely body
nakedly against hers, letting the silky flesh of it blend with
hers as her hair-covered pussy began to slide against the widely
exposed area of Arlene's sensitive clitoris.
Arlene moaned over and over again, her streaming pussy like
one big longing ache as she strained against the heated friction
both within her loins and without. Her buttocks tightened and
grew slack, only to tighten again as she heard Ella begin to utter
a steady stream of incomprehensible words in a low husky whisper.
Ella's fingers slithering upward into Arlene's tightly
clenching pussy felt less and less like fingers and more and more
like a special kind of cock pushing against the rounded protrusion
of her cervix, reaching high up to the end of her dark vaginal
passage.
Ella's pale breasts pressed and rolled against Arlene's
slightly darker breasts, causing Arlene's passion to mount. She
knew that there was no help for her now, no saving her, and she
was resigned to her fate, almost swooning now from the exquisite
floating sensation of pleasure that pervaded her nakedly twisting
body.
As she sank deeper into her swoon, she opened her eyes for
the first time and through the wild flinging strands of Ella's
sweet smelling black hair she saw Erick and Ron towering over
them, both men having moved to the end of the bed so that they
could see better. She saw their lust-hardened cock pumping lewdly
away over their writhing bodies, but this obscene sight did little
to dampen her mounting excitement.
So what? she thought. SO WHAT! She felt angrily proud that
she could get along without them very well, that she and Ella were
lost in a world where there were no men!
The highly aroused brunette let her lips struggle up against
Ella's, her arms enfolding the girl's small but strong body,
pulling her closer against the rising pressure in her naked loins.
She could feel it enveloping her. There was no shame whatsoever,
only the precious body of another woman making her cry out, making
her want to explode. She was breaking in two. OH GOD, IT WAS TOO
MUCH! TOO GOOD!!
"Yes, now!" Ella whispered suddenly to her, and the urgency
of the maid's voice released her and she was cumming, cumming so
completely that it was as if gravity had let loose flinging her
into nothingness, projecting her with a tremendous force into ...
what? ... another force of similar magnitude! Dimly, Arlene
realized that Ella was cumming too, writhing excitedly on top of
her own bucking and twisting body. She could feel the drenched
inner cunt, the hair-covered outer pussy, grinding down madly
against her own fully exposed, insanely climaxing pussy ... and
thousands of electric sparks seemed to be ricocheting between
their two soft feminine bodies.
"Kiiissss mmmmmeeeee ... OOOOOOOH KISSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMEEEEE!!"
Arlene begged, and she felt Ella's tender lips apply themselves to
hers in a soul-searing kiss that heightened the shattering orgasm
that had become on mutual orgasm between them.
"OOOOOooooooohhmmmmmmMMMMMM!" The two women's tongues
mingled knowingly, as though they had waited years for this
moment, and their groans of blissful cumming expanded throughout
the large bedroom for long, long minutes as they continued to
writhe nakedly against each other, oblivious to the two brothers
who had inspired their loving. Ella's fingers moved slowly in
ever widening circles up within the contracting and pulsing walls
of Arlene's moisture drenched pussy. She was milking the other
woman's orgasm for all it was worth, extending it, increasing it,
making it build just when it might fade.
"OOOOooooooooggghhhh!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!!!!"
"IMMMMMMCCCCUUJMMMMMIIINNNGGG AGAINNNNNN!" Arlene cried
aloud, increasing her grip on Ella's passionately moving body over
hers.
"Yes ... yes ... yes!" Ella replied. "Yes!"
Erick looked at Ron, and his brother looked back at him. In
their expression was a little of the defeat that they sensed.
They had intended another kind of fun. Yet, the scene between the
two women had such a powerful erotic value that they could not
help but admit, albeit mutely, that it was by far the most
profoundly moving thing they had ever witnessed. Their own
climaxes were starting as they stood over the nakedly trembling
women. Ron started first, soon to be followed by Erick, and
shortly two streams of thick white fluid began to spurt forth,
covering the milk-white bodies on the bed and slipping down over
the silken surfaces to the crumpled satin sheets beneath.
Chapter 16
"Can I help you?" Tim watched as his slender blonde wife
struggled with the back zipper of her dress. It was Sunday night
and they were going to be flying back to Washington late that
night rather than waiting for the morning flight. It had been a
very productive weekend, and Tim felt confident that he and Ron
had made the right decisions. The nomination was within reach!
Tim moved over to Sylvie and put his arms around her, holding
her close to him as she stood looking in the mirror.
"You're a pretty good lay, you know!" he whispered into her
ear.
Sylvie blushed, thinking of how Tim had held her so tenderly
only a few moments before on their big double bed. The sweetness
of their love making only made her sadder when she realized that
she still had to meet with that dreadful man, their ex-valet
Frank, on Monday in order to retrieve the blackmail tapes. She
sighed and let her husband hug her, closing her eyes and wishing
that there was nothing to mar her happiness with the young
senator.
"Start thinking about what changes you want to make in the
White House, honey. It won't be long now!" he told her. Then as
an afterthought he added, "And I'll fuck you just as well there as
I did just now ... maybe better!"
Tim couldn't help laughing as he imagined himself doing the
most obscene things with his wife in every room of the White
House. And then of course there was Mrs. Grayson, too! He was
certain that he would be the best president the country had ever
had, and part of it would be due to his erotic stamina. Tim
pulled back from Sylvie and zipped her up. Sylvie felt the knife-
like turn inside her stomach that happened whenever Tim mentioned
the presidency ... recently, that is. Whatever happened, she must
see to it that Frank had no dealings with that columnist, and that
the tapes were destroyed once arid for all!
* * *
Down the hall, Arlene dressed hurriedly. She wanted to go
down to the living room and get her briefcase that she'd left
there after a work session earlier in the day. There were a few
details that she wanted to discuss with Ron again before they got
to the office the next morning. The family plane would carry them
all back to Washington that night, and Arlene hoped to get some
sleep during the trip. She certainly hadn't gotten much over the
weekend, what with Friday night extending so far into Saturday and
work sessions all day Saturday and Sunday. Now she felt tired and
wanted nothing so much as a complete rest ... a short trip to the
Bahamas, perhaps, something like that. But she knew that there
would be no rest for any of them now until Tim Cassidy was in the
White House, and everything had to wait for that happy event.
She was just about to go out the door when there was a soft
knock. She didn't expect Ron, and he rarely knocked anyway, so
Arlene thought that perhaps it was Sylvie coming to speak to her
about something. She had been thinking a great deal about her
cousin since that night when Erick and Ron had forced the young
maid Ella to make love to her. More than anything, the lascivious
evening had made her regret that she and her cousin were no longer
close. And she knew that she herself was to blame. After all,
they had once been like sisters and now they spoke mainly of the
weather or some other inconsequential subject.
She opened the door, hoping that it would be Sylvie and that
she could get across something of what she felt.
"Ella!" The small Irish maid stood timidly in the doorway.
"May I come in, Miss Pickering?" she asked.
Arlene flushed and motioned Ella in. "Why ... why, of
course!" she stammered. "And you mustn't ever, ever call me Miss
Pickering again. My name is Arlene!"
Ella stood uncertainly in the middle of the room, and then,
embarrassed that she had forgotten her manners, Arlene asked her
to sit down. Ella sat daintily on a Louis XV chair, wringing her
hands in consternation.
"Yes ... yes, I will," she mumbled. The vision of their
obscene love-making hung heavily between them, and both women
remembered with precision each tender caress, each warm word
between them.
"Can I ... is there something I can help you with?" Arlene
inquired. After all, this young maid had helped her more perhaps
than she would ever realize. Through her, Arlene had re-
established her own right, her own intrinsic value in the face of
the two Cassidy brothers. She knew that she still loved Ron,
probably always would, but now she also knew that there would
always be a struggle between them, and that she must be on guard
against any attempt he might make to completely undermine her
will.
"There ... there's something you must know!" Ella stammered
out. She had been thinking about it all weekend, and finally she
realized that the only person she could talk to would be Arlene.
Surely she would know some way to help Sylvie Cassidy get rid of
Frank!
The two women spoke for about 15 minutes, and then Ella left
the room---but not without a tender embrace from Arlene before
they parted. Arlene had promised her that no harm would come to
Sylvie and that they would stop Frank's vicious attempt at
blackmail.
The first person she had to talk to was Ron.
* * *
Washington's streets were glistening wet as they sped through
the city. Tim and Sylvie were in their own car and Tim was
driving. Arlene could see the green Buick turn the corner in
front of their limousine as she and Ron continued going straight
to their apartment house.
"She wouldn't tell me a damned thing!" Ron said to Arlene.
"Denied the whole thing to the end. The way I see it we've got to
get to Frank without Sylvie's help. Obviously she thinks she's
the only one who can handle him ... and about that I'm certain
she's wrong!"
"Yes," said Arlene. "She's shown bad judgment before!"
"You can say that again," Ron replied grimly.
"Oh, it's all my fault ... If only I had helped her when she
first sent for me ... If only I had let her confide in me!"
Arlene knew now that that was the original reason that Sylvie
had asked Arlene to come to Grandville. She had needed an ally
against the Cassidys, against Tim who paid little attention to her
then, and against Ron who thought of her as an object to help Tim
get elected Senator, and most of all against Erick who would go to
any lengths to make her give in to his sexual demands. Arlene had
not helped, and Sylvie had given in to Erick, and that was when
the tape had been made.
"All that's water under the bridge," Ron said pragmatically.
"What's important is now ... and the NOMINATION!"
Arlene realized that he was right, and later that night in
Ron's apartment they set about trying to locate Frank. They
discovered that he had moved from the original apartment that Tim
had personally located for his former valet. They would not be
able to trace his steps until the next day, and that meant that
their best course would be to follow Sylvie when she went to meet
him.
Arlene slept fitfully that night, realizing that the next day
would be so important to all of them. Its course would determine
whether or not Tim reached his final goal, or had his wife and his
brother's name headlined in every paper in the country. His
career might never recover should the latter event occur!
"Sleep!" said Ron tersely beside her ... but she knew that he
too was awake and thinking about what was going to happen.
* * *
The taxi driver smiled broadly. He had recognized Sylvie
Cassidy even though she was wearing her darkest glasses and had
pushed her gleaming blonde hair back under a cap. Realizing that
the lovely young Senator's wife was in no mood for conversation,
he refrained from speaking to her. He was content enough to have
such a celebrity in his taxi, although he did wonder why she had
not taken a limousine and why she was going to such a middle-class
neighborhood. From what he had read about the Cassidys, they hung
out with the cream of Washington ... with the Ambassadors and the
socialites and even with the President and his entourage.
He watched the young woman as she walked away from him down
the cement sidewalk. He tried to memorize everything about her so
that he could tell his wife and kids when he got home. He had
seen The Sylvie Cassidy!
Sylvie was wearing a light top coat that covered her dark
burgundy-colored dress. The dress was high-necked and long-
sleeved and more suitable to winter than to the month of April.
Nevertheless, its warmth gave Sylvie courage as she approached the
building she dreaded to enter.
The front door was just slightly ajar, and Sylvie stood for
what seemed an eternity before she entered. She had little hope
left that Frank would not ask some other obscene deed from her
before giving her the tapes and agreeing to omit any mention of
her own misdeeds from his forthcoming book of memoirs. She had
decided within herself that she had no choice but to submit. He
had her exactly where he wanted her, and if she had to degrade
herself again to save her husband from humiliation, she would do
so. After all ... she herself had created this horrible situation
by her moment of weakness with her husband's youngest brother,
Erick, and there was no one now to get her out of it but herself!
To bolster her nerves, Sylvie had drunk several White
Russians before leaving her elegant town house some distance away.
The vodka and white Creme de Cacao had slipped easily to her near-
empty stomach, and had given her just the dulling effect that she
needed to face the afternoon. She had not reckoned with the
effect the alcohol would have as it mingled with the amphetamines
and tranquilizers in her system. As she was already pulled
between high and low by the two interacting drugs, the alcohol
created a dizzy, spinning effect, and she could feel all sorts of
strange thoughts racing through her mind as her body felt powered
by the false energy she had created.
She entered the building and knocked at the door with a
timidity that made her even more frightened of what was going to
happen. She knocked again louder, as if to allay her own fears.
Frank came to the door, opening it and smiling at her with
his deceptively mild-mannered servant's air. Sylvie entered as
the former valet ushered her politely in, and then stood
uncertainly by the door with her arms hanging loosely at her
sides.
Even though she had been there only once before, every detail
of the apartment seemed etched in her mind. She looked around
her, a doomed expression on her face, and then turned to Frank.
"Please sit down, Mrs. Cassidy," he said. "Won't you have
something ... it's almost tea time ..."
"No ... I only came for the tapes ..." she said abruptly.
"You promised ..."
"Oh, yes ... the tapes ... But Mrs. Cassidy, I'm
disappointed. I was sure you would want to go over the rest of
the book with me!"
Sylvie realized that she ought to know the whole truth. She
couldn't just ignore the fact that even without incriminating
tapes, the book could paint the entire family in such a bad light
that it would ruin her husband's chances for re-election. There
were any number of unscrupulous newspapermen and publishers who
would give anything to get their hands on Frank's writings.
Somehow, she had to persuade him to cancel the entire project ...
somehow.
Frank helped her out of her coat.
"Now, if you'll sit down ... I'm sure you'd like a little
brandy at least." He was already on his way to the kitchen, where
Sylvie presumed he kept the brandy. She did not protest. She
would need all the help she could get and the brandy would taste
good. She sat down on the sofa and tried to keep from looking at
all the photos of the Cassidys ... but one of Mrs. Thelma Cassidy,
her husband's mother, kept catching her eye. No matter what,
Sylvie thought, she must protect her husband! She thought of how
delighted Mrs. Cassidy would be to prove her daughter-in-law an
incompetent promiscuous fool, even if it did ruin Tim's career!
Sylvie determined to do anything to prevent that from happening!
When Frank returned with the brandy bottle, Sylvie felt very
light-headed as she said, "I am prepared to do anything you want
to get the tapes and your word that you will not publish a book
about the Cassidys!"
Frank stopped in the middle of the room, and appeared
startled for a second. Then his face broke into a smile in which
only the traces of his servile valet's smile could be seen. He
was a different man. Already his life had changed so much during
his time away from the Cassidys that Frank was feeling his health
undergo a rapid improvement. He moved forward again, his tall
somberly dressed form slightly stooped with age, but still
impeccable, still crisp and presentable. He offered Mrs. Cassidy
the snifter glass of brandy and set the small serving tray down.
"In that case," he said, "we should adjourn immediately to
the workroom!"
"The workroom?" Sylvie inquired. "You mean in there ...?"
She pointed toward the bedroom where the tape recorder was and
where he had forced her into a horrible, unwilling intimacy.
"Yes ... but in the other door."
Sylvie had never even noticed another door, but now as she
hesitantly followed the valet, she saw that indeed there was one
on the other side of the small bedroom. When Frank turned to make
sure she was following, he smiled approvingly and said, "I'm glad
you're bringing your brandy ... we may be some time in here!"
A shudder went through Sylvie. She was thinking all sorts of
wild thoughts. If all he wanted to do was make love to her,
certainly she could do that. After all, she had already done so
once, under the influence of a drug, true ... but certainly she
would survive it a second time, no matter how distasteful she
found it! She tried to steel herself against his demands for her
body, telling herself that the flesh meant nothing ... that she
could remain mentally above it all ... and afterward ... dear God,
afterward she would have what she had come to get! She sipped the
brandy gratefully, hoping it would dull her senses even more when
the time came. Certain that she was right, she was glad that she
had resisted all of Ron's efforts to drag the entire story out of
her. She had lied to him, telling him that the maid must have
misunderstood her conversation---that she had been talking to a
Mrs. Franks about some masking tape for Tim. Soon it would be all
over and she would be free, and Ron and Tim would not have been
dragged into it.
Sylvie had hardly noticed her surroundings as she entered the
other room. She had supposed it to be some kind of studio that
Frank had set up for himself. To her surprise, she saw that it
was filled with all kinds of metal gadgets, some of them hanging
from chains on the walls and others standing in corners. She had
never seen anything like them, and her heart filled with fear that
Frank wanted to use some of them on her!
As she shrank back, however, Frank propelled her forward and
closed the door behind them.
"Don't be afraid. Nothing I do will hurt you."
Sylvie stumbled backward away from him.
"I'm so glad you decided to go along with me," Frank
continued. "A young woman of your intelligence ... of your ...
how shall I put it ... propensities ... know how? Surely my
little needs will be very easy for you!"
"What are you talking about!" Sylvie screamed, looking
frantically around her.
"I'm talking about you and me, Mrs. Cassidy. We hit it off
rather well together once. In memory of that time, I have a
little program planned. I've been planning it for some time, and
I know you won't want to disappoint me by not participating."
"The tapes ... the book ... you'll give me everything ...
You'll promise ...?" In spite of her fear, Sylvie tried to remain
strong. She would have little chance of happiness for the rest of
her life if she didn't.
"Oh, of course! All yours!" Frank flicked a button on the
side of the wall, and suddenly the room was filled by the sounds
of the tapes. Sylvie's own voice entreated Erick to fuck her
harder and harder. Sounds of her husband's brother's cock
entering her own blonde pussy were magnified a thousand times in
the small room. She put her hands over her ears, but it did not
stop the sound.
"The manuscript ... what I've finished of it ... is over
there. Perhaps you'd like to thumb through it?"
Sylvie moved swiftly toward a platformed desk, and turned the
first page of a thick black binder. Her eyes grew wide with
horror as she read: The Cassidys are a peculiar bunch; unlike most
living creatures who are content with simpler pleasures, they like
sucking and fucking more than anything else. Having had the
privilege of serving the Cassidys for over fifty years I can
affirm that every single one of them has shown a decided talent
for eroticism from its most banal forms to the most bizarre.
Starting with Jenson Cassidy and his wife Thelma, going right on
to visiting brothers and cousins, including the Cassidy children,
Tim, Ron and Erick, their women, and the latest of the Cassidys,
Mrs. Tim Cassidy. This book intends to act as a definitive
portrait and clear up any questions that the general public may
have about the famous family.
Sylvie turned the pages and saw descriptions of the crudest
sort of acts that were purported to have taken place between her
mother-in-law and the since deceased father of the Cassidy tribe.
Further on, there were descriptions of the young Cassidy boys with
their teenage girl friends, and later of their more sophisticated
exploits as young men. Sylvie did not dare to turn to the chapter
which she was sure must deal with her. She was about to turn
toward Frank and tell him just how disgusting she thought the
manuscript was, when she felt his arms entwining around her waist.
She fought and screamed, but he carried her kicking all the way
over to the corner, where she found herself propped upon a sort of
altar.
"Would you like to undress or shall I do it for you?" Frank
asked politely. "Don't worry, I will give you a chance to read
the manuscript more fully in a few moments."
Sylvie looked at the despicable man in front of her. To
think that the Cassidys had trusted him as a member of the family
for all those years and now ... Frank thrust out his hand and
started to pull at her dress.
"No!" she cried, defiantly. "I'll do it myself!" She began
to disrobe hurriedly, taking off her cap first and letting her
golden hair cascade to her shoulders. Her dress came off with a
sharp down-pull on the back zipper. Tears streamed down her face
as she realized the helplessness of her position, and it was all
she could do to keep from sobbing as she pulled her slip up over
her head and stood before the ex-servant in her panties and
stockings and the black brassiere that she had decided to wear
that day.
"Oh, lovely, lovely!" Frank said, applauding her soundlessly.
The lewd tape continued to spin its ugly sounds throughout the
room, and Sylvie trembled with rage and despair.
"You don't mind if I do the rest, do you? I would rather
like that, I think!"
Frank moved toward her, and she struggled with herself to
remain calm. She shut her eyes tightly as revulsion shivered
through her nerves and she felt his hands gently pushing against
her inner thighs, his fleshy palms slowly pulling her knees apart
and sliding hotly up the inner softness of her thighs. She jerked
involuntarily as they passed the protective covering of her long
stockings and skittered across the sensitive tanned surface of her
nakedly exposed flesh between the stocking tops and her sheer
black panties. Frank's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his
fingers made light contact with the thin silken crotchband up
between her full soft thighs.
She groaned helplessly as his fingers rummaged on the outside
of the flimsy panties, pushing the softness of the smooth material
into the narrow quivering slit of her vagina. She shrank away
indignantly, but he continued to play teasingly, his fingers
pulling gently at the soft golden hairs that protruded from the
tight elastic legbands.
I must endure it ... I MUST! Sylvie told her self repeatedly,
trying to remain calm.
His middle finger slipped suddenly under the narrow elastic
legband and flicked lewdly at the moist red opening of her pussy
beneath, bringing a protesting groan from Sylvie. She could feel
his eyes feasting hungrily on her secret feminine flesh up between
her legs that belonged to her husband Tim, and to no one else!
Her tears streamed in tiny rivulets as she struggled to stop the
lewd outrages he was visiting upon her unwilling body, but the
sudden sight of the book of obscene "memoirs" on the desk across
from her stopped her. There was no hope, she had gotten herself
into this and the tape of her voice was playing to prove it! She
could only hope that he would take her quickly enough before she
lost control and did something to make him angry.
"I'll just take them off, now!" Frank declared, and she shut
her eyes again, feeling the smooth nylon drawing slowly over her
voluptuously rounded hips and thighs and exposing the whole of her
soft golden-haired pussy.
"Just as beautiful as I recall!" Frank sighed, pulling the
flimsy silken panties all the way off and staring longingly at the
blonde hair-covered "vee" of Sylvie's trembling pussy.
Frank stood back, and then he stepped up onto the platform on
which Sylvie stood, still clad in her garter belt and stockings
and her black brassiere. Frank reached behind her and easily
unfastened the clasp of the brassiere, releasing her firm, full,
cream-like breasts to his hungering eyes. His fingers ran lightly
over their pulsing brown tips and he chuckled to himself as she
pulled away. Suddenly he was lifting her arms upward, and Sylvie
felt something snapping over each of her wrists. She looked and
saw that she had been strapped to the wall! Nausea rose and she
screamed at him.
"Please, let me go ... let me go! I promise you don't have
to strap me down. I'll do anything you want, I tell you,
anything!"
"Oh please, Mrs. Cassidy," Frank said in his most polite
tone. "Don't worry, no harm will come to you. Just relax ... If
I'm not mistaken, you'll enjoy this."
Sylvie suddenly knew that she was dealing with a completely
deranged man.
"Brandy!" the harassed blonde desperately rasped out. "Give
me more brandy!"
"As you like, Mrs. Cassidy." Frank turned and left the room,
and while he was gone Sylvie could do nothing but listen to the
crude tape sounds screaming in her head and look at the thick
binding of the manuscript that would ruin her husband and his
family if it was ever published. Naked except for her stockings
and garter belt, she hung from her bound wrists like a pagan
offering to the gods, totally bereaved of understanding of why she
should find herself in such a terrible position.
When the former valet returned with the bottle of brandy, he
poured some into the glass she'd left by the manuscript and took
it to her. Thirstily, she drank it down as he held it to her
parched lips.
"MORE!" she said, and he filled it again and again held it to
her lips while she drank. She felt the dizzying effects of the
strong liquor spreading! throughout her system, helping her to
withstand the dreadful experience she was certain was coming.
"You can let me down, Frank ..." she said in a cajoling
voice. "Let me down, and I promise to satisfy you. I'll do
anything ..."
"That will come later, Mrs. Cassidy!" Frank declared. "First
I have a little something you might like to try out!"
Frank had often thought of the first intimate glimpse he'd
had of the nakedly trembling Sylvie Cassidy straining with the
gilded candle thrust up between her smoothly trembling thighs,
trying to satisfy her drugged loins with the outrageous object,
pushing it steadily upward with in the moist confines of her
passion-drenched cunt. She'd asked him to help her and he had,
until finally she'd insisted upon feeling his own human phallus
deep within her tormented young pussy.
"I've constructed a little something in your honor!" he said,
going over to a drawer in the desk and taking out a large double-
headed object that Sylvie could not identify through her drunken
daze.
"Wh ... what is it?" she asked, peering through the haze, but
still not managing to clear her eyes or her dully throbbing head.
"IT'S A DILDO! A DOUBLE DILDO ... WHICH I'VE GILDED JUST FOR
YOU!"
* * *
Ron and Arlene turned back, Ron's small MG traversing the
heavy mid-afternoon traffic of Washington, darting in and out,
shooting red lights and going at about 70 miles an hour.
"How could we have lost her?" he snarled. "How could that
possibly have happened?"
Slumped in her bucket seat next to him, Arlene was silent.
She did not know how they could have possibly have lost Sylvie's
trail across town, but they had. Her cousin's taxi had turned
down an unfamiliar street and they had turned right, whereas the
taxi had made a left turn.
"I know!" she said suddenly. "Go to Sylvie's office. Maybe
her secretary can help us!"
* * *
Sylvie was in a fog of confusion. Frank had given her the
extra glasses of brandy she'd requested. That made five now since
she'd been in his apartment. Before her, she could feel he was
brandishing the lewd dildo that he had made for her. Suddenly she
felt him move closer, and something thick touched between the
exposed lips of her pink vagina, pressing inside and parting the
pubic hair.
"OH!" Sylvie jumped against the bracelets that bound her
hands, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly down at Frank. He
was pushing one end of the double-edged phallus into the moistly
parted split of her cunt! She could see the object well now, and
to her amazement it looked just like a living penis except for its
garish color and the strange double-headed design. There were two
false cocks, one of large, almost outlandish proportions, and the
other smaller and more slender. They were attached in the middle
by two hanging objects that were meant to signify testicles, and
the whole thing appeared to be made from some kind of rubber.
As she hung there helplessly trussed, she felt Frank parting
her legs still wider, and moving the thicker tip with insane
persistence within the defenseless opening of her honey colored
pussy.
"Oh please, please stop, please stop! I can't stand it! I
... can't!" she cried. It felt lewder than anything she might
have imagined---a teasing artificial cock playing at the tender
parts of her widely presented vagina, working its way up the full
length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing
clitoris and rubbing against it maddeningly until, with a sudden
groan, Sylvie felt the sensitive little bud involuntarily jerking
into hardness. She could hear Prank laughing above the sounds of
the crashing climaxes of their own voice on the all-pervading tape
recording. Her desperate pleadings were lost, and he seemed
driven to even faster manipulation by her attempts to squirm
backward away from the golden dildo.
"I made this with my very own hands," Frank mused. "It took
days, dipping it and re-dipping it in liquid latex. Inside there
is a hard but flexible length of rubber hose that gives a
satisfactory consistency, and the whole is carefully modeled to
give satisfaction!"
Sylvie stared down at him, her eyes wide with terror, her
lips mumbling supplications which he did not hear.
"This is much more satisfactory than a candle, you will find,
Mrs. Cassidy. And you must look upon it as a kind of offering to
your great beauty ... and how shall I put it ... your secret
charms?"
He worked the lewd rubber object up slowly over the mound of
her hair-covered pussy and across the flat golden plane of her
trembling belly, pausing for a moment as he held it by the small
phallus shape, pushing the thick cleft head of the larger cock up
along the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the
soft, tender area under her lifted arms.
"Almost like a little pussy there ..." Frank murmured, his
face beginning at last to betray the true state of his disturbed
mind. He had held together for so long. All those years of being
discreet and kind, polite and helpful, and then that one event,
that one evening, had started him on a long decline. Sylvie's
call for aid had sent him rushing to her dressing room that night
so long ago, and the final result was this moment when he had the
newest member of the Cassidy clan in his own workroom where HE was
the master and she was the servant!
Sylvie felt like she was going to go crazy as she felt the
awful soft yet hard consistency of the obscene fake phallus moving
over her nakedly cringing flesh. She was relieved when it moved
from under her arms where it had prodded first one exposed armpit
and then the other, running next over her fully ripe breasts where
it began to rub against the turgid nipples, bringing them to a
throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the
depraved valet who was subjecting her to these horrible
indignities, her feeling was slowly changing.
Her cries of humiliation and torture were tapering off into
gradually deep groans of forced pleasure. Her thrashing body,
helped by the great amounts of alcohol coursing through it,
quieted to a slow helpless writhing of uncontrolled sensation.
Small rivulets of sweat began to drip from her forehead, wetting
the slick gilded of the dildo before her. Tears of frustration
again brimmed to her eyes as she felt control of her body slipping
away. She had vowed to do anything to get those tapes and to stop
Frank in his attempt to ruin the family, and now she was making
good on her word! But the sheer hopelessness of her position and
the awful two-headed cock in the hands of the deranged former
valet were forcing Sylvie into a kind of helpless submission that
was intolerable.
Her shackled hands pulled desperately at the leather bindings
that held her to the wall, as against her will her proud firm
breasts throbbed up into full, firm roundness and the peaks
tweaked up hungrily as the crude rubbing made small circles of
tingling pleasure around the brown areolas. As the maddening
instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her
fascinated horror that her body was reaching to absorb its
caresses. It dwelled long again on the soft flat area of her
naked belly, massaging there and in the flexing hollows of her
inner thighs, again causing a slow, uncontrollable undulation of
her rebellious hips and causing her torso to do a strange little
shuffling dance upon the wooden altar that Frank had constructed
for her torture. The narrow pink split of her silken pussy was
again wide open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor.
With a lewd chuckle, Frank twisted the double dildo in his
hands and pushed the smaller end without warning between Sylvie's
parted thighs and up against the sensitive puckered ring of her
anus where it nestled between her softly rounded buttocks. The
tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise and Sylvie tried to
screw herself back against the wall to escape the cruel probe.
"AAAaaaaaaaah! Please ... I can't stand it. It's driving me
crazy!" she gasped between clenched teeth.
Frank answered with a sadistic laugh as she bucked and
squirmed against the worming probe at her clasping anus. She
tried with all her strength to close her legs, squeezing her
buttocks tightly together, but there was no relief; it only made
the instrument push harder at her back passage.
"N00000!" she cried out. "OOOOHHH N0000!"
"You must be getting pretty anxious to be fucked by now, Mrs.
Cassidy!" Frank declared.
"NO ... nooooo!" she groaned piteously.
* * *
"Why, yes, as a matter of fact Mr. Franks did leave a number
for Mrs. Cassidy to call."
Jennie, Sylvie's secretary was anxious to help Ron Cassidy
and Miss Pickering, and she could see that they were tense with
worry about something they would not tell her. She refrained from
making any comment, however, and began to look for the number.
"Let me see now ... where could I have put it?" she said
aloud.
"Hurry! Please hurry!" Arlene cried. Who knew what Sylvie
was going through right
Ron stood tight-lipped as Jennie finally unearthed a phone
number. He got out his phone book and withdrew a punch card from
it which he inserted in Jennie's desk phone and listened
impatiently as the numbers were registered and the call went
through.
"Dawson? This is Ron Cassidy. We need the address that goes
with this phone number ..."
Arlene listened anxiously as Ron spoke to his contact at the
phone company. She knew that within a few minutes they would be
on their way again to find her cousin Sylvie.
* * *
"Where do you want it first ... in the front or in the back?
Or both at once?" Frank asked lewdly, his face a contorted mask of
desire. He felt his own cock bursting hotly against his pants,
but he intended to have that pleasure later ... only after he had
watched the little performance he had planned for so long. He was
delighted as Sylvie Cassidy cringed at the ugliness of his words,
and his eyes swept over the smooth golden beauty of her nakedness.
Suddenly inspired, he held the strange object that he had created
by the center piece, the handle in the form of hanging testicles,
and fitted the tip of each fake cock respectively to the contours
of Sylvie's tiny pink vagina and her puckered anus. He thrust
upward with a hard lunge. Since she was standing slightly above
him on the wooden platform, it was a fairly easy matter to make
both phalluses enter the tightly contracted orifices of the
frightened blonde senator's wife. It meant that the twin dildos
were bent together, the thick rubber tubing inside giving, but
providing an elasticity to the organ that assured a tension
between the two probing instruments ... the one rising slowly up
into Sylvie's tightly resisting anal passage, and the other larger
one pressing upward into her defenselessly open pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sylvie cried out as she felt the
harsh entry of the two hard rubber cocks in the burning channel of
her rectum and the wet narrowness of her hair-fringed pussy. She
could feel the thick tips, so life-like in their construction,
pushing upward within her, each rising in a separate orifice but
both close together in her defenselessly suspended body. The pain
and horror of it almost made her faint, and she hung limply, her
hands held tightly by their unyielding manacles. Her legs and
thighs trembled as she felt herself totally stuffed by the obscene
device, and she began to scream wildly, pleading with the former
valet to stop.
But Frank began to make sharp upward thrusts into the
slippery passages, holding firmly to the middle section of the
double-headed dildo.
"NNNNGHHH!" he grunted as he thrust harder and harder,
sending the speeding hard cocks higher and higher up into Sylvie's
tortured young cunt and anus. Sylvie began to hop up and down,
somehow realizing the ludicrous way she must look, but uncaring as
she attempted to ease the awful burning pain of the two thudding
phalluses that filled her, fitting so tightly into each of her
orifices that she feared they might become stuck in there and
never come out again. But Frank was able to withdraw them and
push them back in, though it caused him some effort. He was
easily able to see the two long cocks entering and exiting between
the nakedly jiggling flesh of Sylvie's soft full thighs and her
cushiony buttocks. He grunted with pleasure at each thrust, and
thought of his many years of service with the Cassidy family.
He had often dreamed of doing something like this to Mrs.
Thelma Cassidy, Sylvie's mother-in-law, years ago when he had been
a young man and Mrs. Cassidy a comely young woman who often
allowed him glimpses of her in her flowing silk nightgown. Oh
yes, he had known then of her many lovers, although Jenson Cassidy
never suspected a thing. And more than once Frank had watched as
Thelma Cassidy, thinking she was alone, spread her long shapely
legs for some gallant young visitor, clasping his thrusting form
to the moist tender split of her naked pussy.
Oh, there were many things he had seen, and he had entered
them all in the book. But only one person had been gracious
enough to invite him to participate in the Cassidy shenanigans,
and that was Sylvie Cassidy.
"Thank you, Mrs. Cassidy!" he said out loud now, looking up
at the moaning young woman's defenselessly spread thighs and
buttocks.
Sylvie jerked forward. It felt as if her loins were being
rent in two. The big thick shaft of the dildo still churned in
her aching vagina, and its unwanted elongated twin ground
ceaselessly upward into her lewdly impaled rectum. Somewhere
inside the two blunt-edged rods of simulated male flesh were
rubbing against each other, separated at the tip only by the thin
partition of tight elastic flesh dividing her filled and tingling
cunt and her burning anal entrance. She groaned in anguish,
pulling hard against her shackles. She had never in her life felt
anything remotely resembling this incredible dual ravishment. She
was impaled brutally from both sides, and there was no escape from
the excruciating torture.
Both the delicate feminine openings up between her thighs and
buttocks were being unmercifully assaulted. She could feel her
clitoris being pulled downward along with the other moist tissues
of her slippery pussy with each upward thrust of the thick rubber
dildoe into her cringing vagina. Giant waves of pain vibrated
through every fiber of her cruelly skewered body as the synthetic
penis ground deeper and deeper up into her unwilling flesh.
"Yes ... do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!" Frank called up to
her. The harder the struggling blonde wife's rectum tried to
expel the gilded rubber cock, the harder he surged it up into her
straining nether opening. The feeling in his own lust-swollen
penis was incredible, and he gasped with sadistic pleasure,
grinning widely to himself as he heard his former employer's wife
groan with pain. It was what she deserved, he thought darkly.
What they all deserved! To be defiled, fucked senseless by two
good hard cocks!
The angelic pink and white exterior of Sylvie Cassidy was
nothing but a front. Inside she was just like the rest of them
... a rotten little tramp!
With long smooth strokes, he lunged the full length of his
depraved invention in a punishing rhythm of debauchery far up into
Sylvie's nakedly trapped back passage and into her streaming
vagina, while above him Sylvie was forced to listen to the
continuing sounds of pleasure emanating from the tape of her lewd
submission to her ruthless young brother-in-law's hard male cock!
Her pain had now become a blinding force inside her, and her
helpless body felt like an indecent object meant solely for the
kind of hideous humiliation she was enduring right now. Never had
she thought that she must pay not only for her own sins, but for
the sins of an the Cassidys!
She only prayed that she would have the strength to endure it
to the end ... to emerge a semblance of her former self ... that
smiling cover-girl who was so admired by the inhabitants of the
country and the world! It would have to end soon ... it just had
to! She sensed that she was prolonging her own torture by
fighting it ... that Frank was waiting for some sign of her
submission before he would stop!
With a superhuman effort, Sylvie ground her buttocks
sensuously backward, right into the pain. The hurt crashed around
inside her for long moments ... but then she pushed back again and
again. At the same time she jiggled her hips forward and sideways
in lewd circles as the hard ramming phallus thudded up into her
widespread vaginal passage. She would show him that she could
take it ... she would show him that she would turn his torment
into pleasure ... she would show him that she had as much stamina
as the other Cassidys ... that no one would get the better of her!
* * *
Arlene and Ron ran breathlessly up the steps. They entered
the building and found the door to Frank's apartment. Ron fished
in his pocket and found the correct skeleton key for that type of
lock on the door, and quietly opened it. He pushed silently,
until he could tell that there was no one in the living room of
the apartment. But he spied the open bedroom door and, followed
by Arlene, he headed toward it. Once inside the empty bedroom
they could hear the noises coming from the small door on the other
side. They rushed to it, and Ron cracked it so that they could
look in. The sight that met their eyes was unlike anything they
had expected to see, and it froze them to the spot for several
long moments.
Inside Sylvie was furiously squirming her buttocks and her
thickly penetrated hair-lined pussy toward the lewd invasion of a
twin dildo, in an indecent invitation for the ravishment to
continue ... for the pace to be quickened. And Frank, his silver
hair flying about in sweat-glistening strands, was thrusting
upward with all his might, muttering and cajoling and grunting.
He was bucking and churning the two hard rubber cocks upward into
the nakedly clasping entrances of the young blonde's secret
femininity ... the giant phalluses, slipping and sliding, impaling
the senator's wife with new determination.
At last, Sylvie felt a compelling force inside her responding
to her urgent need. Deep inside her gyrating pussy a spark grew
and doubled itself, reproducing amoeba-like and becoming a wild
hot streak of lust within her.
She spread her long legs as wide as possible and let her head
hang back, mouth open, eyes rolling back in their sockets. Frank
plowed upward into her with the two hard instruments, and suddenly
his own cock began to spurt hot jets of cum within the confines of
his trousers.
"OOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH!" Furiously he thrust as though
his own penis were surging upward into the golden-blonde cunt
above him. As though his own hard cock were climaxing within the
tight confines of Sylvie's narrow rectum.
"AAAAAAARRRRRHRHGHHHHHH! CUMMMMMMIINNNNNGGG! MRS. CASSIDY,
I'MMMMMMM CUMMMMMIIINNNNNNNNG!" he cried out, as above him,
hearing the strangled signs of the former valet's culmination, she
herself bucked and churned against the hardness of the two cocks
buried deep inside her, her lips spilling forth obscenities that
she could not stop.
"OOOOOOOAAAHHHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHRHH!" she cried. "YEEEESSS! I'M
GUMMING TOO! YOU BASTARD! DO IT TO ME! STICK IT IN ME HARDER!
I'LL SHOW YOU! I'LL SHOW YOU!!!"
Sylvie's flesh was sweat slickened and shining in the final
convulsive state of her ruthless fucking. She could feel her
yearning pussy kneading and responding to the fake cock rising
inside it ... loving it as though it were real ... wanting the
hardness of the tightly rammed dildo in her rectum, massaging it
with powerful anal contractions. Happily she jogged forward and
sideways, dancing against the two lewd objects, her hands still
hanging in the air. Her golden brown breasts bobbed and jiggled,
and she was cumming. Cumming in the front and cumming in the
back! The two tinglingly heated areas were inundated with waves
of pleasure so harsh that Sylvie roared like a lioness, feeling
the smooth friction of the golden rubber cocks fitting her and
fulfilling her unbidden desire.
"MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!" she screamed as the orgasms had
their way with her tormented young body, washing away all the pain
and spreading soothing pleasure to every tiny crevice, making it
all worthwhile and reassuring her that she was still a whole human
being. To her surprise, she suddenly felt two streams of wetness
filling her climaxing channels. Frank was squeezing the
"testicles" of his creation, and two jets of creamy milk spread
high up into her already drenched vagina and her burning anal
canal. The unexpected splash of wetness caused Sylvie to feel
another climax starting, and she gasped for breath as it struck,
her entire naked body trembling with lust and flashing hot waves
of pink.
"AAAAAAHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghhghhhhhhh!!!"
Chapter 17
The apartment in the Hilton Hotel was comfortable, and the
air-conditioning counteracted the heat of the sweltering
convention city outside.
It was all over now but the cheering, and the members of the
Cassidy family sat around watching reruns of the big event on the
color TV.
Mrs. Thelma Cassidy had just left after warmly embracing all
of them and giving a word of caution to Sylvie about Tim's health.
Now Tim and Sylvie and Ron and Arlene sat together on a large
comfortable sofa. Across from them, sitting on the floor, was
Erick, the youngest brother. Mellow smiles of satisfaction
creased all of their faces as they opened yet another bottle of
champagne and drank it down.
Tim's hands moved against his smiling wife's soft breasts
within the material of her cashmere sweater, and she began to
croon soft words of endearment to him.
"You won, darling! You won!"
Arlene and Ron were already kissing passionately, and Ron's
fingers were climbing beneath the brunette's short skirt, rising
toward the willing pit of her hidden pussy.
In spite of the fact that they were not alone, Tim couldn't
help feeling the general air of sensuality in the room, and his
dormant penis grew harder by the second. His wife's voluptuously
rounded breasts were soft and naked in his fingers and he longed
to touch her cream-white body all over. Yet they couldn't leave
the others just yet. His other hand reached beneath her skirts
tentatively at first, and then boldly.
"I couldn't have done it without all of you," he said.
His brother, Ron, while letting his thick middle finger
crease the thin furrow of Arlene's pulsing hair-lined cunt,
murmured to the room in general, "This is only the beginning,
folks! Now that we have the nomination ... what we want is the
Presidency!!"
"Ooooooooooh!" Arlene couldn't help crooning with delight as
she felt the surges of pleasure rising from her tingling pussy.
Her fingers moved stealthily on the couch toward her cousin, who
was sitting next to her. She couldn't help feeling grateful that
they had spared her any further indecencies from the former valet.
Frank was safe and snug now in a rest home that was, incidentally,
owned by the Cassidy Foundation. He had declared that Sylvie had
thoroughly satisfied his every need, and that they were welcome to
all his manuscripts and the tapes as well.
Arlene moved her fingers upward toward Sylvie's already
quivering thighs, and was surprised to meet Tim's fingers there.
But instead of retreating, she let her hand rise with his toward
the trembling pit of his wife's golden-haired cunt.
"We were so close once," she whispered as she felt Ron's
surging fingers slip up into her warmly clasping vagina. "So
close!"
"We can be again," sighed Sylvie as she felt the two hands,
one her beloved husband's and the other her cousin's slipping into
the nakedness of her pussy beneath her brief nylon panties.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she sighed.
Erick was on the phone on the other side of the room. Not to
be outdone, he decided he would have to have a partner of his own.
By the time he returned from the telephone, he found the
foursome completely naked, a pile of clothes strewn across the
room. In the background, the television rebroadcasted the events
leading up to this joyous moment.
"The final votes are in! Tim Cassidy has received his
party's nomination for the President of the United States! And
here he is now ... here comes Tim Cassidy now!!! Listen to that
crowd roar! This young man is obviously a very popular candidate
for the highest office that this country has to offer!
Tim Cassidy's head was buzzing from the flush of victory. He
was filled with nothing but love for his entire family who had
worked as a team to win him the nomination. Just how hard they
had all worked, he would never know, but as he kissed and fondled
his wife's naked breasts down on the floor in front of the
television set, he was pleased to see how hungrily she received
the caresses of her pretty brunette cousin, Arlene.
"You needed a friend, darling," he whispered into her mouth
as their tongues interlocked wetly. Later, he was to slide his
lust-hardened cock in between her willingly open teeth while
Arlene's tongue delved the mysteries of his wife's golden-haired
pussy, and Ron surged into the fully presented buttocks of his
young dark-haired assistant. No one objected when Ella, Sylvie's
maid, joined the closely knit family in response to the youngest
brother's phone call. While Sylvie hungrily sucked upon her
husband's thick cock, Ella spread her slenderly pale white legs
and let Tim lick the tingling nub of her clitoris. Mimicking his
older brother, Erick lay upon Ella's desire-contorted face and let
his hard penis dip into her mouth. With a little adjustment the
three couples were able to form a complete circle on the floor of
the hotel room. Erick reached for Arlene's already wriggling
loins and squeezed his head between her widespread thighs, while
Ron continued to thrust mightily into her willingly open rectum,
and she sucked thirstily at the pink and gold of Sylvie's passion-
moistened pussy.
And when they were tired of that, they changed positions and
explored the never-ending combinations of their healthy, naked
bodies.
"What a family!" Tim cried out at one point, and the
television set blared out its good news throughout the long and
joyful night.
"THAT'S RIGHT! TIM CASSIDY IS THE VICTOR! TIM CASSIDY IS
NOW A CANDIDATE FOR THE PRESIDENCY OF THE UNITED STATES!"
And everyone in the heated room knew that if elected their
Tim would be the best President in history, and if not ... well,
the Cassidys would prevail. They would never stop trying.
The End
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