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This has Bi Sex, Gang Bang, Rape, Anal, Male Dom Fem, Masturbation,
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The Candidate's Wife
Chapter 1
Erick pulled he young maid down with him into the tall
willowy grass of the sand dune. He'd carried her far enough away
so that he knew they would not be disturbed, and the fact that she
had come with him made him know that he could do what he wanted
with her. Not that he hadn't really known that all along. There
were few maids who cared to resist him for one reason or another,
and the reason was usually that he knew just how to get to them.
He'd been watching this one ever since she came to the house. She
was his sister-in-law Sylvie's personal maid. And because Sylvie
gave her little to do, it appealed to him to take up a little of
the young servant girl's time. She was not more than 19, dark
haired and freckle-faced. What a little beauty. He'd gotten her
out of the house in her full maid's regalia, that ridiculous gray
and white outfit with the ruffled apron in front just like some
old fashioned French maid. Erick knew that it was his mother,
Thelma, who insisted that all the family servants dress this way,
even though she had her own town house in Grandville and only came
out to the nearby shore from time to time to check up on what was
going on.
Erick pushed himself down over the faintly struggling girl's
body and kissed first the nape of her neck, and then started
pulling away the top of her uniform. It was easy enough to pull
the zipper down and to spread the front of it so that he could
touch and kiss her pale freckled shoulder. She giggled and
protested, but his hands sought out the small round orbs of her
breasts, beneath the prim little brassiere that she wore.
Christ, he hadn't been with a girl who wore a brassiere in so
long, it felt positively wicked! Suddenly, he knelt up and pulled
her up to her knees in front of him.
"Beautiful!" he cried, "you're exquisite!"
"Mr. Cassidy ... Oh ... please ...!" The maid, Ella, was
blushing and looking down into the sand before them. She wanted
to run away, but yet she knew she couldn't. At the same time, she
felt flattered that Erick Cassidy had been paying all this
attention to her. For the past two weeks now he had been
whispering compliments into her ear whenever he saw her about the
house, and now today what with everyone gone and the others either
resting in the blockade of rooms reserved for the servants or gone
to town themselves for the day, and Mrs. Cassidy up in her room,
he'd found her and taken her out to walk on the beach.
Ella thought about the letter she'd been writing to her boy
friend in the Army. When he returned they would be married. How
wonderful that she had not gotten pregnant in spite of having
given into him the night before his departure for Vietnam. She
was not pregnant and no one would know of the evil thing she had
done. It had, after all, been very quick, and she'd scarcely felt
a thing, except the initial pain and then a few quick thrusts and
she'd waited and then Johnny told her that it was over. Erick
Cassidy had told her she could finish writing the letter later,
that a beautiful day like today wouldn't wait for them to enjoy
it, and now here she was.
He was so strong ... so good looking and his fingers seemed
to burn her skin wherever he touched her. He was like a young god
kneeling before her, and she felt unaccountably lowly and ashamed
in his presence. She also felt a strength of emotion at his
insistent nearness, his touching and his kissing that she could
not remember ever feeling with her boy friend, Johnny. She felt
herself beginning to tremble even though the sun was very warm as
Erick began to peel away her uniform. Bit by bit it was being
taken off of her there in broad daylight. Even though there was
no one about for miles she seemed to feel eyes on her. Everyone
would see her, know what she had done. But she remained limp,
unable to understand why she did not stop the young master of the
house. He was famous ... they were all famous and they brought
all those wonderful people she had only seen in magazines to the
house, and now she was here alone with him, and he wanted to be
with her!
Erick's hands smoothed downward pushing her short dress down
along her torso until it rode around the young girl's full rounded
hips. Then he pulled it all the way down treating his eyes to her
blushing beauty, her almost schoolgirl attitude as her semi-
nakedness was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon she
was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and her high heeled
pumps. Her dark curly hair blew in the wind as ashamed, the young
girl avoided his stare. The soft nakedly trembling protusions of
her breasts now freed from the enclosing fabric of her cotton
brassiere seemed to be just waiting for Erick's lips to take the
brown nipples in like ripe berries that he would suck for a long
while.
Erick ran his hands up the length of Ella's calves, letting
the thin skin of her nylon stockings sing beneath his fingers
until he touched the nakedness of her fully rounded thins and then
her panties and then her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at
the top of her panties and pulled them down exposing a gently
rounded belly with deeply inset navel and then as he continued
rolling the nylon material, the dark twining curls of the servant
girl's pussy hair became evident.
"Ah!" Erick cried, feeling his hunger for the little teen-
ager mounting by the second. Ella squirmed and began to whimper.
"No ... no ... oh, pleassseee don't, Mr. Cassidy!"
But they both knew that it was too late for that sort of
thing and she did not protest as he slid down both her panties and
stockings which were attached together by snaps.
Ella felt cold now that she was naked and she felt her entire
body begin to quake. Erick had replaced her high heels upon her
naked feet and she felt utterly strange ... dreamlike, sitting
there in the sand with him like that. She felt it couldn't be
really happening to her, and yet she knew it was, and Erick
Cassidy was undressing in front of her, moving with an urgency
that frightened her. His hard and muscular body stood tensed and
naked before her within seconds and she found herself staring at
the hard-up-thrusting weapon of his penis. It was long and
fiercely red, the bloated tip fully emerged from the thick
foreskin as the sturdy vein covered shaft bobbed expectantly
before her.
The teen-aged girl uttered a cry, her eyes big as saucers as
she stared mesmerized at the lewd sight of her employer's
masculinity.
"Like it?" Erick inquired, his voice thick with lust as he
moved toward her.
* * *
The snow white curtains billowed inward as the sea breeze
blew against them, and Sylvie lay on her side in bed watching the
clear blue sky that showed through the open glass panes. She
could feel the emptiness of the big house downstairs, and the vast
upstairs bedrooms that flanked hers were empty, tool she knew.
The young woman sighed and turned over on her back staring up now
at the unmarred surface of the high white ceiling above her. Her
long blonde hair lay spread behind her on the pillow creating a
frame for her softly availed face with its finely chiseled
features. In her white cotton beach robe, a long, simply cut gown
that covered her swim-suit clad nakedness beneath, Sylvie looked
like a fairy-tale princess come to life. It was a look that her
husband had loved in her, that he had in fact required of her.
"You'd look just perfect in the oval room of the White
House!" he'd told her once, "and I intend to see you there often!"
Sylvie could feel her heart beating, and could hear the inner
sound of her blood rushing through her veins, pounding at her
temples.
"I should have gone with him!" she said suddenly out loud,
her voice breaking into the lazy silence of the room. Sylvie sat
up and moved toward the door. She couldn't stand a moment longer
in the room alone. It was too dreadful having Tim away ...
hundreds of miles away from her. She couldn't even stand to
imagine him, speaking to all those people campaigning in all those
small towns in the northern part of the state. She knew what it
was like to see all those faces turned toward you, some with
admiration, but others with suspicion and curiosity. That feeling
of being touched, clutched at as she walked through the density of
the crowds, or passed them in a slow motorcade. Tim Cassidy was
not even Senator yet, but the crowd sensed that he soon would be
... that they in effect would be the ones to elect him and see
that he got the position. From District Attorney of Grandville to
Senator was not an unusual step, but for such a young man, and so
good-looking ... it was exceptional. They knew a winner when they
saw one, all right! That was the feeling throughout the state,
and with the election a few short months away the campaign was in
full swing.
Slyvie's long, tanned legs felt just a bit unsteady as she
hurried down the stairs. Somewhere in a separate part of the
house there were servants, and she fervently hoped they would
remain there. She did not want to have to face another one of
them that day. She knew that behind their pleasant subservient
expressions they were watching her coldly, probably thinking
dreadful things about her. She was sure that they talked about
her, too ... that they probably knew that Tim hadn't touched her
in weeks. Servants always knew such things, of that she was sure.
Sylvie felt a familiar aching in her loins as she walked
barefoot across the tiled terrace after traversing the big heavily
furnished living room. The tiles were burning hot from the August
sun and she ran to reach the smooth grassy lawn that continued for
a way behind the house and finally turned into the tall grass of
the dunes that signaled she had arrived at the beach. She looked
back at the big sprawling house. The Family "Meetingplace" the
papers called it, and of course they were right. At any one time
it was not unusual for the house to be filled with not only Tim
and herself, but Tim's two bachelor brothers, Ron and Erick, and
their various school buddies and girl friends ... Not to mention
the mother of them all, Thelma Cassidy, who was apt to pop in for
a week's stay with her sons at any moment.
It was nothing at all like ordinary married life, Sylvie
thought for the millionth time as she felt her feet sinking into
the sand which was hot, but not unbearably so. The house was
comparatively empty now. Only Erick, the youngest of the three
brothers was around somewhere, Ron, the middle brother, having
gone along on the trip with Tim, in his capacity as campaign
manager. It was a tight knit little family, and sometimes Sylvie
wondered if she would ever really fit into it. She felt she stuck
out like a sore thumb, and on more than one occasion each member
of the family let her know that so far she was not working out as
they had hoped when she married Tim in a glittering ceremony only
a year before.
Tim, too, had told her of this, and they had had a bigger
argument than usual just before his departure for this upstate
swing. He had counted on her coming. "Those housewives up there
want to see what my wife looks like," he'd yelled at her, "and
there's a bunch of school children in Middleton waiting to present
you with flowers or something ... What do you mean, you can't
come?"
"I just can't, Tim ... not this time ... I just have to stay
home this time!" That was what she had told him, and finally it
had been arranged that she would stay. She'd seen him and his
brother, Ron, off at the airport, and all the cameras had filmed
her smiling and radiant as usual, and she'd returned to the real
emptiness of her life.
Ron had told her with a terse smile before dying her a peck
on the cheek, "This state is dying to elect a Senator that looks
like he really gets laid, baby, and you're our ticket to ride.
Get some rest and shape up, huh?"
The words still burned like hot coals in her mind, even now
as she walked along the waters edge, the water from the bay
spraying at her toes, and her long dress whipping against the
smooth curvaceous contours of her body, outlining the details of
her firm breasts, and the sensuous line of her hips and thighs.
They were all counting heavily on the young sexy image of the
family to appeal to the hearts and minds of the populace. The
current State Senator was a diligent and much revered white haired
gentleman, but his advanced age was not working for him in this
election. Sylvie knew from what the columnists wrote about her
that she was very much in favor not only with the press but with
the average man on the street as well. Her husband Tim and his
brother Ron would often gloat over some particularly favorable
article about her, as though it had nothing to do with her. The
way she looked was 90 percent of it, and she was born that way,
tall and well proportioned, with a natural poise that announced
that she was happy in her own skin. Beneath the femininity of her
appearance, one guessed at a healthy athleticism that marked her
as a true American girl.
Photos of Sylvie Cassidy playing tennis or water skiing were
freely circulated throughout the nation, and she was heralded as
the most photogenic news item since Jackie Kennedy was in the
White House. It was not truly easy for Sylvie to endure the
meetings with newspaper men, or the full day type interviews with
TV reporters such as Rady Walters of the Good Morning Show, but
somehow her winning smile and seemingly self-assured manner got
her through every time. No one ever guessed at her deep
dissatisfaction ... no one that is but her husband and his
brothers. As for Tim's mother, Thelma, she had known right away
and had opposed the marriage from the very beginning, warning her
son that Sylvie might look like first lady caliber, but in essence
was still nothing but a "shop-keeper's daughter from the sticks".
There was a thinly disguised hatred between the two women that
went far beyond the ordinary friction between mother-in-law and
wife.
Sylvie stopped and looked around her. There was nothing but
clear sky with little puffs of white clouds here and there, the
calm of the ocean and the sandy beach stretching for miles in each
direction. She had already gone a great distance from the house,
and it was a small speck on the horizon ... Already she felt
relieved, and she lifted her slender arms and pulled her beach
robe up over her head, revealing the splendor of her long full
thighs, then the large vee of her white bikini briefs that just
barely covered the secret triangle of her hidden pussy in front,
and in back showed the top of the deep cleft of Sylvie's dimpled
buttocks. Her bare midriff appeared, and finally, the twin mounds
of her gently quivering breasts cupped underneath in the white
cloth of her bathing suit top. It was a bathing suit that Tim had
forbidden her to wear, even at times when she was sure she would
not be seen, like now. Cameras with telescopic lenses were
forever lurking in the most unexpected places, he warned, and
besides, I don't want anyone to know that you are that good-
looking.
The flattering remark had made Sylvie want to do as Tim asked
she recalled now, as she flaunted her near nakedness to the winds
of the sea. But if he thought she was so beautiful, why didn't he
show more interest in her himself? She had deliberately decided
to wear the suit today, as though by doing so she might get back
at him for his lack of desire for her neglected body. Even with a
schedule as hectic as her husband's Sylvie knew that there was
always a little bit of time for loving. She remembered well the
times when they were first married when Tim would never tire of
her, and his strong brown body would gather her softness into him
again and again morning, noon and night, and she would wrap her
trembling legs thirstily around his back, accepting his nakedness
against her willingly wide held thighs, feeling the hardness of
his rampant cock insinuating itself deep, deep into her womanly
cunt, worming ever upward until she could hardly breath it felt so
good!
Sylvie took a deep breath now, her entire body remembering,
wanting to feel him again between her legs, to know the thrilling
weight of him over her, crushing her breasts back against her
chest. A violent thrill raced through her belly, culminating
among the softly throbbing folds of her tenderly nestled golden-
fringed pussy in a wrench of yearning that was so intense it made
her cry out. A sea gull looked at her curiously and she continued
her slow paced walking along the edge of the surf, feeling filled
with desire that she knew could not be fulfilled for at least two
days when her husband would return to the family house. And even
then, Sylvie was not certain that she would be able to focus her
ambitious Senator-to-be's attention sufficiently upon her
neglected charms to bring about the love-making that she needed.
The whole thing made her so sad that the bright sea-scape before
her blurred as she felt tears coming to her eyes.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into ..." her
father had said when she had announced to him that she and Tim
Cassidy would marry.
"Of course, Dad!" she'd replied impatiently. She was looking
forward to the excitement of it all, and then just going on 23,
she felt fully capable of handling whatever the future had in
store for her. Just out of college, she'd been working a year in
the State Capitol, in Tim Cassidy's office. Her pay was nominal
but the glamour of working in the District Attorney's office had
more than made up for that. It was easy to share an apartment
with one of her fellow workers and to get by in the big city on
her salary. Her father, of course, had never really forgiven her
for not taking him up on his offer to come work at the department
store in the small town of Tillings where she had been brought up.
He had visualized that one day she would succeed him as head of
the store, a position which held a great deal of prestige in
Tillings.
Sylvie bent to pick up a sea shell, and nearby saw others
that she liked even better. She began to collect them, trying to
ignore the straining, hollow sensation in her loins that had begun
to plague her. She had thought she knew what she was getting into.
Tim had carefully explained to her that it would be difficult,
that his work schedule would be three times that of any ordinary
husband, that she herself would be expected to show a perfection
that most wives would find impossible, that her own duties would
grow as his position in the state and perhaps later in the country
grew. Her words in public would always have to be perfectly
measured so that they would never reflect poorly upon him, or
betray a political stance that was not correct.
"Oh, yes ... Tim ... I'm up to it!" she'd replied and then
later, in his arms, she'd been certain of it, more certain than
ever. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!!" she'd cried as his sweating nakedness
glistened against hers, their bodies slipping and sliding against
each other, tormenting and fulfilling each lustful request the
other had; Tim's rock-hard penis thrusting high into her tightly
clenching, smoothly gyrating cunt.
Never once had she envisioned the loss of those carnal joys
with her ardent young husband. Never had she thought about what
it would be like to have to be perfect and follow all those rigid
schedules without the dark tangle of his limbs with hers to
bolster each day and give her strength for any task.
She had never suspected that the cool hostility of her 36
year old husband's younger brothers would disturb her so, or that
they could be so cruel to the woman that their brother had
selected to marry. The frosty exchanges with her mother-in-law
might have been tolerable were it not for the fact that her
husband in every instance advised her to give in to the older
woman, and more than once told her point blank that Thelma was
right, and she was wrong. Daily, since the long arduous campaign
for Senator had begun, Sylvie had grown more and more
disillusioned with the powerful machine that was thrusting her
husband into office. The ideals that Tim had seemed to stand for
were turning into nothing but political fodder for the machine,
and Sylvie herself was sometimes doubtful about her own
motivations, or just what her real feelings were on what the
newspapers called "the pertinent issues".
In private Tim showed a good humor toward his two brothers'
blatantly uncaring attitudes toward such issues as the labor
movement, the poor, the blacks, and corporate mergers. They
planned their campaign for Tim so as to carefully avoid stepping
on the wrong toes, and they were willing to wheel and deal at
almost any cost to get the votes. Sylvie often had to contain
herself as her husband accepted yet another deal that Ron had set
up by giving his ruthless brother a pat on the back. As for
Erick, the youngest, he too was a lawyer, or at least had an
office in Grandville and his name up on the door with Ron's, but
as for practicing, Sylvie had never known him to spend more than a
few days a week at the office. The playboy of the family, he was
more content with enjoying the privileges of the family money.
(Thelma Cassidy had married Jenson Cassidy, the now deceased oil
millionaire some 50 years before.) And he made it a point to date
some of the prettiest starlets that Hollywood had to offer.
Sylvie had met many of them and had been curiously unimpressed by
their beautiful faces and their outsized measurements. She had
tried to get Tim to ask his little brother Erick to refrain from
going into sordid and crude details about his love life with her,
but Tim had told her not to be a prude and to humor Erick by
listening politely. Nevertheless, Sylvie found the young 23 year
old to be the most odious person she had ever met, and she
despised the very sight of him, with his casual good looks, his
blonde hair, just like his older brother Tim and Ron's difficult
to keep combed, always falling attractively in his eyes.
And that horrible way he had of coming up to her from behind
and whispering into her ear.
"Know something?" he confided, cheerfully, "Jill Jamison
sucks cock like a real trooper. Had to finally jerk it out of her
mouth before there was nothing left of it!"
This was a typical lewd statement, and Sylvie felt a ripple
of revulsion as she thought of it and other equally untoward
remarks the youngest brother of the "clan" had made to her in
reference to his latest conquest.
Sylvie turned and walked higher onto the dunes, still walking
away from the house. She hoped to walk until sundown, when she
could at last count the long day as being officially over. The
following day she had several appointments and then the day after
that, Tim would come back home again.
Chapter 2
Ella began to mindlessly shake her head from side to side as
Erick bent over her. Underneath her bare back she could feel the
shifting sand grinding into her sensitive skin. She was so
frightened that she felt frozen to the spot. How had she ever
gotten herself into this? But then his chest was pressing against
her nakedly quivering breasts and pushing against her so hard that
she was pressed deeper and deeper into the sand. All lucid
thoughts were being erased from her mind. This familiar man ...
one of the brothers of the Cassidy family was really a total
stranger to her. She had never once dared to think of him like
this, flushed with desire, naked ... his nakedness touching her,
pushing against her! His mouth crushed against her parted lips,
and she had one last thought of her boy friend, off fighting in
the war ... somewhere in danger at the very moment perhaps while
she ... Erick's tongue entered her mouth and suddenly she
swallowed it hungrily, feeling excitement building inside her
shivering body. The young blonde lawyer was breathing hot moist
air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Ella knew
that within moments she would be penetrated by that fearsome
looking instrument she had seen between his legs. When she had
been with Johnny that one night she hadn't even seen him ... he'd
spared her that! But now, she knew, in fact she could already
feel its hardness against one of her thighs. Would it ever fit
inside her? "Oh, lord, does he think," she wondered, "that I'm
some experienced whore?"
His heavy legs were pressing against hers now and he shifted
upward letting the fiery pole of his desire-hardened cock pulse
against her flat white belly.
"I ... I've only done it once before!!!" she blurted out
suddenly, and she was startled by his response. At first he
looked surprised and then he flung his head back and laughed a few
short peals of laughter that made a coughing sound in his throat.
Brusquely, he stopped, and his face mirroring his lewd intentions,
Erick Cassidy whispered to the girl, "There's always a second
time. You'll like it ... you'll see!"
With one sudden movement, Ella's legs were being parted by
his leg and the rubbery head of Erick's pulsating cock was sliding
inside the narrow cleft of her dark-haired pussy.
"OH!" It moved up and down and back and forth slowly within
the moist confines of the young girl's seeping cunt until Ella
heard herself moan and call out his name. "Ooooh ... mmmisss ...
mister Cassidy!" she cried, and the young lawyer in his conceit
did not bother to tell her to call him by his first name. It
simply wasn't necessary.
Ella's unprotected secret passage began to sense what it
could be like to feel that burning, sliding cock rising inside her
soft almost unused vagina. She wanted it! she realized with a
certainty that alarmed her. She had finally truly come to the bad
end her mother had long ago predicted for her when she was caught
up in the attic playing doctor with the neighbor's son. Yes ...
she wanted it! In spite of all her upbringing and going to church
every Sunday and Johnny off fighting in the war. She wanted him
so badly that she felt she would scream for him to hurry any
moment! His hands were moving, working steadily at her soft naked
breasts and they felt raw and swollen. That was all that seemed
to exist of her now ... her stinging yearning breasts and the
moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of her employer's swollen
cock as it rubbed obscenely against her tiny hair-lined slit,
creating an unbearably increasing friction.
"OH OH OH OH OH OH OH!" she chanted, squirming down into the
shifting sand. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher,
trying to get a release from the torment he was creating inside
her, but Erick's lust-hardened cock continued to tease the young
teenage maid's tormented hair-fringed pussy until wildly, she
began to claw at his naked back.
"Oh ... please ... I can't stand it ... I can't stand it!"
she cried in a raspy voice that made Erick's hair stand on end.
He was sweating profusely, and every muscle in his eager lean
body was tensed toward the moment that was to come. The thick
rubbery head of his desire-bloated penis stopped its incessant
rubbing between Ella's soft fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised
at the tiny pink entrance to her wide-spread seeping vagina.
Hastily, his hands went underneath her legs drawing them up so
that they splayed outward and nestled for comfort upon his back,
her high heels digging for support.
"CHRIST!" he exclaimed. "There was really nothing better on
earth than cunt!" he thought, as he let his swollen penis part the
sparse black pubic hairs and insinuate itself into the incredible
wetness that surrounded the small pussy opening, burrowing,
sliding, and at last finding just the right central place.
His muscles started jerking involuntarily as he began to push
and push hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there
opening up, giving against his driving hardness, the petal-like
lips parting as the little hair-fringed mouth between her pale
open thighs gave way unwillingly in one sudden thrust. Erick
rammed halfway up inside the trembling, almost virgin passage of
the young maid's wide-held cunt.
"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" she cried out in pain. She
had never felt anything like it. She thought that she had been
split apart down there by the enormous hard circumference of the
thrusting penis. Absurdly, she wondered how any woman could take
such a thing inside her. And then the wealthy young man was
moving higher inside her already torn and pain-filled passage and
she started crying and begging him to stop. She couldn't believe
that he wasn't paying the least bit of attention to her that he
just kept right on grinding the impossible hardness of his cock
straight into her, enjoying the pressure of her tightly clenching
vaginal muscles as they rippled involuntarily in wet torment
around his surging penis.
"OH NO OH NO OH NO ... IT'S TOO BIG ... NO NO NO!!!"
But Erick had decided that he couldn't stop now no matter
what. He knew that he was hurting the little servant girl but he
also knew that chances were she would begin to enjoy it before
long. In any case, it felt too good for him to stop himself now!
The tenderness of the girl's inexperienced inner pussy was wrapped
elastic-like around his churning, tingling cock, as grunting
loudly he pushed it all the way to the end of her tightly
resisting cuntal passage. With a moan, he rocked his full weight
against the sobbing young girl splitting her flailing legs wide
apart and arching his cock upward inside her.
He was dimly aware of her fists pounding at his back and
face, but he could only grab onto her cushiony white buttocks,
separating the already parted loaves of flesh still further and
pulling Ella's loins up still higher to meet his engorged cock's
need.
"OKAY? baby ... OKAY ... I'm gonna fuck you ... fuck you good
and hard!"
* * *
Sylvie started to turn away. She was horrified to have
stumbled upon the wildly copulating couple right there in the
grass on the open dunes. At first she really couldn't believe
that that was what they were doing, but then of course there was
no room for doubt after the initial shock had worn off. She ran a
few steps away from them, holding her hand over her mouth as
though to stifle an unuttered scream. And then she stopped and
stood motionless. From where she stood she could still hear them
going at it back there, moaning and groaning and making wet, lewd
sounds. How had she not heard if before? She had walked right up
upon them, totally engrossed in her own thoughts and problems, and
in fact she might have stumbled over them if she had not finally
noticed in time!
"Oh, god, it's so awful!" she thought, bitter that she had to
be exposed to such a sight, when she was already distraught enough
as it were. It was only after she had stood there for a moment
longer that Sylvie knew that just what was so awful about it. She
had not seen their faces at all, but the golden yellow hair was
terribly familiar to her. Everyone of the Cassidy boys had it,
from her husband right on down to Erick.
"ERICK!" The name fairly exploded in her brain. It was
Erick back there with some girl. Going at it like animals in
broad daylight! At first she thought she was going to be sick
right then and there, her stomach gave such a turn, but the bad
moment passed, and Sylvie turned back toward the scene of her
brother-in-law's passion. Later she was to wonder just what
motivated her return to that lustful scene, but at the time, she
felt moved by her own righteous indignation to stop them. Yet
when the offending couple came into view once more, their total
nakedness and involvement with each other, the fact they were
totally oblivious to her intruding presence, made her stand
motionless above them, watching their private act with undisguised
curiosity.
Within the next few moments, her heart beating wildly, and
her breath coming in short little gasps, Sylvie recognized the
young girl who was her own private maid, Ella, groaning and
straining, her face almost unrecognizable as she struggled beneath
Erick's impaling body.
Erick worked his hips up, kneeling into the young girl and
using her long trembling legs like a wheelbarrow. Big drops of
his sweat fell from his forehead onto the girl's quivering white
belly. Her pale nakedness gleamed in the still bright sunshine as
Ella ceased all resistance. Stunned and panic stricken, she knew
that she was powerless to stop what amounted to an attack at this
point. Strange and horrible thoughts ran through her mind ... he
was just using her ... using her body the way the priests in the
Church warned. He was an evil, evil man who was only venting his
lusts on her!
Then suddenly, Erick pulled his rock hard penis halfway out
of Ella's cringing pussy, and the young maid was amazed to feel
the first twinges of pleasure shooting about in her stretched
vaginal passage. His rigid cock had been touching every section
of her secret pussy, filling up every blessed spot of her cunt!
Her tight, little used pussy still felt the pain, but now there
was pleasure too. Above her, Erick paused a moment, and then slid
back in with a grunt landing on top of her with full force. As
her head and torso skidded against the sand beneath her, she cried
out like a wounded cat, but this time her battered and wide-held
pussy responded with an unexpected pleasure so keen that it took
the little maid completely by surprise. It felt good! It
actually felt good. And when he started pounding against her it
felt better and better, until each thrust of her devil-may-care
young employer's heavy cock into her open wet pussy created an
astounding combination of pain and accumulating desire that
increased by the second!
Ella whimpered and moaned, this time feeling a total
awareness of the erotic power of her naked body as it molded
unashamedly to him.
Watching from her stance a few feet above them, Sylvie felt a
peculiar sensation; first in her throat, constricting it so that
she thought she was choking, then it shifted down to her already
sensation wracked loins, where she felt the terrible emptiness of
her secret pussy. A stabbing thunderbolt of desire rose within
her as she felt her tingling cunt begin a surreptitious seeping
against its golden haired outer lips and unconsciously her hand
went down to touch the triangular mound of her pussy which lay
hidden beneath her tightly outlining bikini bathing suit bottom.
Erick thrust into the moistly contracting cuntal passage that
fit his thrusting cock like a tight glove. Making odd grunting
noises that expanded into the fading day around them, he kneaded
the smooth full moons of Ella's jiggling buttocks in his nervous
fingers. The highly aroused teen-ager was being skewered hard
down into the beige sand, helplessly impaled by the lawyer's
ramming prick.
"OOOOoooohhhh AAAHHH AH AH AH AH AHHHHH!" she responded, as
Erick's handsome face grew purplish from the full rage of his
desire, and he fucked into her clinging, wetly sucking pussy with
long even strokes. Sylvie's maid was forbidden fruit, he thought
crudely and fucking her was even better than getting any of the
others in the house. What's more she was a good piece of tail,
and he was certain that this wouldn't be the last time he'd be
getting a taste of it!
Beneath her callous seducer, Ella was experiencing the most
exciting moments she had ever known. She knew that she was being
used, but somehow the knowledge of Erick Cassidy's total disregard
for her was creating a seething fire within her inexperienced
loins that made her respond with her entire being. Great tides of
desire rose and fell within her as she writhed incessantly beneath
his grinding pounding nakedness. His swollen and inflamed member
reached the furthermost depth of her defenseless genitals,
creating lewd smacking noises as his swinging sperm-filled
testicles slapped counter-rhythmically against Ella's naked wet
buttocks. She could hear him above her chanting wicked, dirty
words that only made her feel a greater and greater lust twisting
throughout her overwhelmed body.
"Oh you cunt ... you sweet whore ... fuck back, you bitch!
Lemme fuck it like THAT!! I know you like it HARD! You CUNT!"
The obscene words whipped through her as Erick bent her back
so far that she thought she would break in two, pushing her legs
back over her head so that she was bent almost double. But the
pleasure she was knowing was so great that all remnants of pain
were relegated to the background as other lewd and lascivious
sensations took the upper hand!
She had seen those pictures of women driven mad through
copulation with the devil, and she now knew what it was like. His
fingers were at her trembling young breasts again and he was
holding on tight, rocking back and forth into the wide spread
plane of her upturned pussy.
Above them, a tormented expression marring her fine sensitive
features, Sylvie clasped one hand to her breasts and the other to
the titillated mound of her hidden pussy. Her long tanned legs
were slightly parted, and despite the revulsion she knew she ought
to be feeling, she felt herself prey to the most acute desire she
had ever known. And it was inspired by the abandoned love-making
of her brother-in-law with her maid! She had slipped into another
world, one in which identities were lost and she was someone other
than herself, watching two people she did not know ... two people
who were free enough to abandon themselves to the unrestrained
animalistic behavior she had been watching all this time.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH" the young maid sang out, feeling Erick's
lean hot body pressing nakedly down on hers now while the tautly
stretched flesh of her buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in
midair as her besieged cuntal muscles began to contract and
vibrate with an urgency that would not be denied. A series of
spasms took hold of the teen-ager as the blonde lawyer's driving
cock sped upward into her, pushing each trembling fold of her
vaginal walls steadily back, massaging her internally with each
withdrawal. He brought his stone-like cock all the way out of
her, leaving just the big blood swollen head at the entrance and
then with all his might rammed back into Ella's streaming pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed bucking wildly up
against his savage thrust. Above her Erick crooned with delight,
knowing that she was starting her orgasm. Gasping for air, he
fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of Sylvie's maid's
soft hair surrounded vagina, watching as he did so the way his
surging cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching
pink aperture of the girl's straining pussy. His balls ached
painfully as she began to grunt out words of encouragement to him,
and he knew that he too was going to cum. His throbbing cock was
filled with a hundred hot sparks and a total exhilaration
dominated him as he rode into the keening child-woman that he had
seduced on the dunes. She was his ... still another softly
clinging cunt was his, and his sperm cried out within his halls
begging for release into the dark streaming pit of Ella's belly.
Sylvie could see the end coming for both of them, and yet she
was powerless to move. She stood trembling like a leaf in the
wind knowing that one touch ... one real touch of her finger ...
there inside her bathing suit would be enough to release a full
flood of orgasm from her desire racked loins! She could feel her
fingers being undeniably drawn there to that hot seeping spot
where her tiny clitoris twitched nervously among the silken folds
of Sylvie's blonde pussy. The entire lower half of her
exquisitely proportioned body was unduly agitated and the
expression on her face would have been frightening to anyone who
had seen it, as slowly but surely her fingers spread downward from
the heat of her naked belly under the tight elastic of her white
bathing-suit to touch and part the soft satiny threads of her cunt
hairs.
"SSSSsssssss!" she hissed drawing the breath inward between
her teeth. Her well manicured index finger touched the little pin
prick of pure sensation there at the top of her fully aroused
pussy, and created bursting sparks of flame that spread all
through her system.
Her eyes were glued to the lewd spectacle of climax there in
the gully of the dunes, as her brother-in-law and her maid reached
a searing culmination of their mutual lusts, moaning and groaning
together as though suffering the fires of the damned.
Ella expanded into the full frenzy of her orgasm, her entire
body curling and arching nakedly beneath Erick's hardness, her
face distorted with passion as a steady wailing scream spewed
forth from her wide open mouth She clung to the young lawyer's
back with both hands and dug her high heels into his sides,
beating them against him as she danced upwards and gyrated in lewd
circles beneath him. Her steaming hot vaginal wall clung to the
over-hard piston of Erick's cock that filled her so entirely,
while gushing sparkles of light spread through her throbbing
wildly throughout every pore of her body. She was falling
blissfully into a star dazzled night, shattering and being made
whole at the same time as the pleasure giving cock created a
living orgasm within her.
"OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooohhhhhh!" she wailed pitifully, her eyes
unseeing as they registered her spasmodic delights.
Ella's legs quivered in mid-air for a few moments, and then
Sylvie saw her brother-in-law quicken his pace at the last,
ramming into the young servant girl with short hard strokes that
kept her inner explosion working for a long time. Every sinew of
his tanned and muscular body was tight, especially those of his
arms and neck as he bellowed out his final cry, and Sylvie saw him
thrust his climaxing cock so high into the wailing maid that he
lifted her clear off the sand dune. Then they fell back to the
ground in a limp exhausted mass.
Sylvie felt like screaming as her thrusting and rubbing
finger frictionized the delicate membrane of her excited cunt.
But through her clenched teeth there came a low toned hum as the
quickly mounting sensations promised to give her an immediate
release! She was cumming ... cumming certainly and suddenly. Her
loins tensed to receive the flood of long-awaited pleasure, as
round and round her fingers twirled, letting the tormenting desire
drenching prickles of orgasm fill the darkness that had been
inside her with a shining white bright light.
"MMMMMMMMMMnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNN!" she grunted, as her entire body
jerked and trembled in lewd recognition of the powerful forces
that controlled it.
She did not know how long she had been standing there before
when with a sinking feeling she suddenly opened her eyes. There,
her own clear blue eyes met the lighted blue of her husband's
brother, as he looked up at her from the nakedly twisted body of
the maid beneath him. His deflated cock still lay implanted
within the moist heated channel of Ella's dark-hair covered pussy,
and on his face was the most horrible expression that Sylvie had
ever seen. A terrible sarcastic smile played about his lips as
his eyes probed Sylvie's in a look of recognition that chilled her
to the marrow of her bones
Shamefully sapped and left trembling by her self-induced
orgasm, Sylvie uttered a cry and turned away, running blindly down
the dunes and fleeing across the sand as quickly as she could go.
She left her beach robe on the dunes behind her, and with panic
filling her lungs she headed toward the house.
Chapter 3
"Please faster your seat belts. We are about to land at
Grandview Airport. Please observe the no smoking sign, and remain
in your seats until Captain Carson has brought the plane to a
complete stop. We thank you for flying with Columbia and hope to
have the pleasure of seeing you again." There followed a strident
noise as the stewardess did something wrong with her speaker and
then finally got it turned off correctly.
It was only the second time that Arlene Pickering had flown
in an airplane, and she wondered if she would be doing a lot of
traveling now that she was going to stay with her cousin Sylvie in
her big house by the shore just outside of Grandville.
Sylvie had often mentioned in her letters the possibility of
Arlene's coming to help with the management of the large sprawling
"Cassidy Family Meeting House," but Arlene had carefully guarded
herself from believing that one day it might come true. It seemed
too much to hope for that she would really leave the small town of
Tillings where both she and Sylvie had been brought up together to
circulate in the exciting world of Ton Cassidy and his family!
Yet there she was now, about to do just that, and the attractive
26 year old brunette could hardly contain the mounting nervousness
and excitement that she felt.
When she had gotten Sylvie's call two days before, she had
been only too glad to reply that, yes, she could "drop
everythin'," as Sylvie had put it and fly to Grandville
immediately to take up her new duties. Sylvie had sounded quite
different and very serious on the phone ... unlike the laughing
carefree girl Arlene had grown up with. But Arlene understood
that it was probably quite a job to take care of all the things
Sylvie did, and she was only too glad to go and help out.
Arlene looked out of the window as the airplane started its
steep descent toward the airport of the capitol city of the State.
Sylvie's words rang in her head as she looked at the tall
buildings rising in the distance ... and there further on the
extending shoreline where she would soon be living with her cousin
and the Cassidys.
"I must have somebody close to me whom I can trust!" she'd
said. "If you could just manage the house and the servants, I
would be ever so grateful!"
Arlene recalled with some pleasure how shocked Sylvie's
father had been when she had told him she would no longer be
working at the department store. Max Pickering was more than an
uncle to her, he had been really more like a father for she had
been raised along with Sylvie after her father had died. Sylvie's
mother had been a gentle mother to both girls but now she too was
gone, and only the old man remained.
Nice as he was, Arlene nonetheless was happy to get away from
the stifling influence of the small town and especially the small
specialized world of the department store. Arlene hoped that she
would never have to spend more than five minutes within the wall
of the three storied building again.
The plane touched down, and Arlene felt thrilled as her body
was pressed against the seat and the plane raced down the runway.
She was conscious and critical of her entire body, going over in
her mind once more the other choices she might have made as to
what to wear for her initial arrival at her cousin's house. A
soft beige linen-type suit was what she was wearing, its length
just below her knees as the latest fashions seemed to indicate,
although she wasn't quite sure at all, since the other women on
the plane all seemed to be wearing short skirts as though there
had been no drop in the hem-line at all. If necessary, she
decided, she would pull her skirt up to her waist; after all, her
legs were one of her best features, she knew, and she did not mind
showing them off.
Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a cool knot
behind her head, and Arlene knew that her complexion would
withstand the most rigorous scrutiny. And she was good looking
and she knew it. If she had her way, she might have made her chin
just a bit less prominent, but as it was it gave her face a
strength of character that matched that which she had inside her.
Arlene was strong willed and knew that she would be able to get
what she wanted in life if given the right chances. Well, Sylvie
was giving her a chance right now. "This is it!" she told herself
fiercely, as the plane taxied to a halt. She was out in the real
world at last.
Her heart was thumping as she began to shuffle toward the
exit of the plane with the other passengers. There was only one
thing that bothered her. How would she react to such close
proximity to him? She had tried to get over it, reminding herself
that her long-time crush on the young district attorney, Tim
Cassidy, was just that ... a schoolgirl crush, based on newspaper
clippings and the TV. It had been going on long before Sylvie
went to Grandville to work for him, and then a year later married
him! Arlene had met him only once at the wedding, and then she
had been so overwhelmed, so touched by her cousin's great
happiness and good fortune that she had no room for jealousy in
her heart.
She still felt that way really, but the strength of her crush
on Tim Cassidy was still in full force and she could not help
worrying. Would her lips tremble where she spoke to him? Would
her voice break?
She would have to do her very best to control her feelings
and to get over her silly and childish emotions!
She emerged from the plane in her turn, blinking and
squinting in the harsh autumn sunlight. Were her cousin and her
famous husband standing somewhere across the field in that group
of people watching her at that very moment? The thought made her
feel momentarily faint, and she almost tripped upon the metal
stairs that descended from the airplane. She felt herself being
caught by a pair of strong hands, and as she turned, an intimate
link had been forged between her and the stranger behind her.
"Are you all right?" he inquired, looking at her intently.
His hands were warm and secure upon her arms and she felt
undeniably weak, in fact in need of his reassuring presence. But,
she assured the handsome man who had been a passenger on the same
plane that she was fine, and with some difficulty she turned away
from him, after saying thank you, thereby letting him know that
she had nothing further to say.
The incident was unsettling, and Arlene sensed an
unprecedented turmoil within herself, a turmoil that this small
event had pointed out to her, showing her in a way that there was
some weak spot within her that made her susceptible. She did not
want to admit what she considered to be a failing within herself,
however, and as she walked briskly toward the waiting crowd at the
terminal, she readied her most self-assured smile. She was after
all the girl who knew her own mind, who had turned down more than
one proposal back in Tillings. Offers of marriage from young men
that other girls in town would give anything to get their hands
on, but who were lacking in Arlene's critical eye. Why get
married right off the bat to some know-nothing small town boy?
All this time she had been saving up to go to Grandville, where
she had planned on getting herself a luxurious apartment followed
by a job, any job at all, she would be able to coast on her
savings, and she had counted on her cousin Sylvie's help in
introducing her to some really eligible men.
Now of course all that was changed, and for the better.
Arlene would soon be meeting more of the right people than she had
ever dreamed, and life was going to be full of adventure from now
on in!
A brisk young woman greeted Arlene and led her through the
crowd of milling people into the airport. Together, they waited
for the baggage to descend from a moving ramp and when Arlene's
new leather suitcase appeared, the woman arranged for a porter to
carry it outside the modern terminal building to a waiting
limousine.
The woman had introduced herself as Sylvie's secretary, and
Arlene was so impressed that she was speechless. She had
forgotten just what great status her little cousin Sylvie had
these days, and her heart thumped loudly as she spotted the
ominous looking limousine with its drawn curtains. She and the
secretary were ushered in by a politely smiling chauffeur and
there in the womb like interior of the big Chrysler, Arlene came
face to face with her cousin. The two women embraced and Arlene
was surprised to see tears come to Sylvie's eyes as the limousine
started up without so much as a jerk.
In fact, the elegant young woman who sat next to her in the
comfortable posh cushions of the back seat, bore little
resemblance to the outgoing, happy-go-lucky girl who had been like
a sister to her. Her features seemed pale and drawn, and although
the younger girl had replaced her sunglasses, Arlene thought that
she looked as if she had been crying a great deal. Perhaps it was
her imagination, though she couldn't be sure. But Sylvie's whole
manner was nervous and withdrawn, despite her exclamation of joy
at seeing her older cousin again.
"You have no idea how glad I am that you're here," Sylvie
told her as they whizzed through the outskirts of Grandville.
They had stopped to let Sylvie's secretary off at the downtown
campaign offices where she worked answering the multitude of mail
that had been pouring in addressed to Mrs. Tim Cassidy, and where
she organized Sylvie's speaking schedule and acted as intermediary
between her and the press; and now the two cousins were alone in
the vast back seat of the speeding car, separated from the
chauffeur by a glass partition.
"I'm ready to start helping right away!" Arlene said eagerly,
wondering just where her secret idol, her cousin's husband, was at
the moment.
As though reading her mind, Sylvie gazed absentmindedly out
the window and said, "Tim returns to the house tonight." She
paused and then continued, "You'll soon see that no one of us is
quite like ourselves. Campaigning is a dreadfully wearing
business. It changes everything. There is little time for
leading any real kind of life."
Her cousin looked so sad that Arlene reached out and took her
hand. "Poor Sylvie ... Well now I'm here and I never was one to
shun hard work ... you know that!"
* * *
It was after midnight when Arlene lay totally naked, extended
in the warmth of her bed. It was an old four poster, but the
firm, comfortable mattress was quite modern. Her head was
whirling not only from the extensive amount of wine she had had at
dinner, but from the events of the evening.
Tim Cassidy had indeed returned from his upstate swing, and
instead of looking fatigued, had appeared at the peak of his
forces. The energy that emanated from the man was astounding.
Arlene had been overwhelmed by his warmth as he greeted her with
enthusiasm and welcomed her to the household.
"Great!" he declared, winking at her in a cheerful manner
that nonetheless made Arlene feel a little thrill of excitement
coursing across her skin. She could still feel the goose-bumps!
"Sylvie needs someone around that is close to her. You look
like a very capable young woman!"
Arlene had stammered some kind of reply and then the other
brothers were talking to her, Ron and Erick, asking about her trip
and generally making her feel a part of the family.
At dinner, which was served late around 9:00 P.M., Arlene was
beginning to wonder just where all the stress and strain was that
her cousin had been talking about, and as she observed the
beautifully gowned and coifed Sylvie, she wondered why she always
seemed to be holding back ... never joining in the general good
humor that circulated at the table. There were no other guests at
dinner, something that Sylvie told her was rather unusual, so
Arlene had ample time to get to know the two brothers as well as
Tim himself. Ron seemed a serious sort, and Arlene could see that
he was the perfect person to mount his older brother's campaign
for him to reach the Senate. His words were brisk and clipped as
he summarized for the table what goals had been accomplished
during the trip they had just completed, and what obstacles lay
ahead for the Senator-to-be in the next few weeks.
His resemblance to Tim Cassidy was striking, but there was a
hard edge to his features that Tim did not have. Tim's looks were
a perfect combination of sensitivity and determination that gave
him a completely trustworthy appearance. As for the younger
brother, Arlene liked him the least of all, and his features,
though of the same intelligent cut as his older brother's, were
somewhat softer, more baby-like. Arlene supposed that it must be
hard being the youngest of two such dynamic brothers as Tim and
Ron, and feeling in a congenial mood, she drank more wine as it
was offered to her and listened with all ears to each word that
came from Tim Cassidy's lips.
Now, nakedly curling up into a ball beneath the light weight
blanket that covered her bed, Arlene could still hear his deep
voice, as she played back his words in her head, like a phonograph
record. In spite of herself, she felt a twinge of jealousy rising
inside her as she thought of her lucky younger cousin. Now a few
doors away with her husband ... all by themselves. "He's been
away for a few days," Arlene thought, "they'll be making love, no
doubt!"
She tried to put the thought out of her mind, knowing that
she ought not to be thinking of such strange things, but it kept
coming back. "It's the wine," she thought, "that's making me
think such things!"
Arlene had never thought of herself as a very sensual person,
in fact with the various boy friends she had had thus far, she was
always ready to assert that she could "take sex or leave it
alone." She had always suspected though that none of them had
been able to excite her... to arouse her sufficiently to make her
crave their intimate embraces. Someone like Tim Cassidy, though,
she began to muse ... someone like that would know how ... She
did not complete the thought, but suddenly she envied her 24 year
old cousin terribly, visualizing the young blonde woman, locked
against the naked body of her blonde husband. The two of them
looked more like brother and sister than man and wife, Arlene
thought, automatically comparing her own dark beauty to Tim's
fairness.
"Oh stop it!" she told herself sternly, but Arlene's large
soft breasts were already filled with longing as the big round
nipples contracted to a tense hardness, and her whole being felt a
readiness, a ripeness that pushed rational thinking from her head.
"What would it feel like to feel him on top of me ... to
spread my legs beneath him ... to let him enter, hard and strong,
filling me ... taking me?"
The tall brunette turned over on her back in bed. She spread
her bare legs out, separating her long statuesque thighs so that
the fur-trimmed lips of her dark curly pussy were parted, and
breathing slowly, she imagined herself in her younger cousin's
place. In bed with Tim Cassidy!
* * *
Tim emerged from the steam of his shower, and after drying
himself off, strode naked into the room. He was proud of his body
with its lean hardness that he had cultivated ever since he was a
youth at college. Now he was 36, and he knew that if he wanted to
keep on looking that way, he must continue the rigorous exercises
that he did whenever he got a chance. He was still elated by the
way things had gone on his trip in spite of his wife's
unwillingness to go along. He was almost certain that he would
win the race for the Senate, and once there, nothing could stop
him in his quest for the presidency. He was mulling these things
over in his mind as he did his push-ups on the flat exercise mat
that was always in the bedroom he shared with Sylvie. He was
dimly aware of her presence in the room, but his mind was
elsewhere, already thinking about the firmness with which he would
handle the Russians as well as the Chinese. The Chinese, he felt,
were more important than the Russians at this point, and already
his lessons in the most prevalent dialect of the Chinese language
were coming along well. His French was already adequate and his
Spanish fluent from the days when, as a college youth, he took two
whole semesters at a Mexican college where the Mexican girls were
particularly attracted to his blonde hair. He and his buddy of
the time had prided themselves in getting into the most attractive
and into the most inaccessible Latin pussies in the area, a
dangerous feat which was nonetheless not without rewards.
"It's good to have you back, darling," Sylvie's soft voice
broke into his thoughts, and he knew at once that she wanted
something. His mind computer-like, began to sort through the
various possibilities. Long ago he had learned to deal with
women, not so much as people, but as predictable pets who could be
counted upon to respond certain ways to certain stimuli. No one
had really taught him this, certainly not his deceased father, who
was nothing but a distant figurehead, always away at one of his
many offices. He had gradually figured it out for himself, and
had noticed from early childhood that his reckoning always worked
with his mother, and then later with the steady procession of girl
friends that came and went like clock-work. There were always
flowers and cards on special occasions for example ... the biggest
and most sentimental that money could buy for Easter, Valentine's
Day, St. Patrick's Day and so on. His pockets were rarely without
some little trinket or other that he had picked up to cheer some
female's spirits. Now that he was married, though, and especially
since the beginning of his senatorial campaign, Tim realized that
he had been neglectful of his pretty blonde wife in more than one
way.
"Go look in my coat pocket," he said to her without breaking
his 23rd pushup. He heard the rustle of her gown like small
leaves brushing together as she passed him without speaking on her
way to the large closet that was in essence a separate room. It
had doors opening onto the bedroom and also onto Tim's private
dressing room. There, Tim knew that his valet, Frank, had already
brushed and pressed whatever he might need for the following day,
and that the suit coat he had worn earlier would be waiting to be
sent to the cleaners in a separate area of the closet.
"Look on the cleaning side!" he called to her, his mind still
working on the current problem of his wife. "The left hand
pocket!"
A suitable length of time elapsed, and then Sylvie suddenly
exclaimed, "Ooooh ... oh Tim ... it's lovely!"
Tim smiled to himself. He had almost forgotten about the
gold bracelet that he had asked one of the girls to pick up for
him during his trip. He completed his 30th pushup and lay quietly
breathing on the mat.
"Like it?" he asked, his head cradled on his arms.
Sylvie swept close to her husband's naked body. His firm
hard buttocks were beautiful, she thought to herself, and his long
powerful legs. His big wide back tapered down to narrow hips with
a perfection that Sylvie had never seen in any other man, even in
the photographs of well-known athletes. The emotion that she had
felt during her husband's absence and the horror of that day on
the beach seemed far away now that he was right there, a living
breathing creature in front of her. Everything would be all right
if he would just hold her in his arms she thought wildly.
Impulsively, she flung herself down on top of him, embracing him
from behind and kissing his face lovingly.
"Oh thank you ... thank you my love!" she said. Her warm
body pressed close to him beneath the thin covering of her silk
dressing gown. She was vulnerable and naked beneath it, her body
wanting him so badly that she could hardly stand it.
And Tim knew what she wanted. The pieces fitted together in
his head as he felt her palpitating against him, felt her soft
breathing near his ear. He had only a couple of girls while away
from home, nothing much to speak of either. He remembered the
brief scene with Nancy, one of a multitude of young girls who
worked for the general cause. The willing girl had been more than
ready for his lust-hardened cock, but he had no desire to do more
than throw it to her one afternoon in the privacy of his hotel
room. A few well placed and well timed strokes had been fine as
the girl lifted up her skirt revealing the naked hair-lined cunt
that had already known his brother Ron's cock as well as a few of
the other who were along for the trip.
"Hell, it's better than jerking off!" his brother Ron said
about such a girl. The only woman aside from his wife that Tim
Cassidy "loved to fuck" as he put it to himself, was his private
secretary, Miss Grayson. He knew that no one in a million years
would suspect that he and the older woman had such an intimate
relationship, and he counted on it remaining that way. She had
been with him since the very early days, and she would be with him
all the way to the White House, he hoped. Fucking Miss Grayson---
a gray-haired widow---was a little like fucking his own mother, he
thought, only better, because Miss Grayson had an experience and a
sensuality that Tim was sure his mother lacked.
Glowing press reports about Thelma Cassidy's flower gardens
and love of the soft feminine things in life to the contrary, all
of the Cassidy brothers knew that their mother was as tough as
nails, or as Ron put it, "Her piss would cut steel!"
Tim laughed easily and turned over on his back, the better to
accommodate his wife's embrace.
"You feeling better now that you have had a little rest?" he
asked, letting his hands roam up under the material of her gown,
feeling for the round warmth of her silky brown breasts. Already
his sturdily built cock was rising to a hard thickness, quivering
upward into the air, ready for action. "Oh ... I missed you, Tim
... How I missed you ...!" Sylvie cried, sighing as her husband's
fingers teased at the sensitive flesh of her breasts, already
feeling the wetness spread between her legs as he played with her
hardened nipples.
"Oh, God!" she thought, "Oh God ... how I love him!"
He rolled playfully over her, and looking at her handsome
district attorney husband, Sylvie recognized the look on his face
as one of sheer lust. A bolt of desire shot through her, as she
felt herself going limp beneath him. His muscular body pressed
unceremoniously against her nakedness as the folds of her dressing
gown spread to reveal her lotioned and pampered body beneath.
Already she could feel his enormous erection as he growled a
little, grinding against her, belly to belly, his hard cock
nudging into the softness of her stomach.
Sylvie no longer cared about the long weeks he had neglected
her, nor did she care about the horror of her own actions on the
beach two days before. Her husband's younger brother, Erick, had
tormented her ceaselessly ever since with his lewd remarks every
time he saw her. She was hopelessly compromised where he was
concerned, but all that was distant, and she felt that she could
somehow right everything that had gone wrong now that she was
about to feel her forceful husband inside her, now that she was
about to cum and cum again around his rigid cock!
His hands slid up and down her nakedness, moving from her
swollen breasts to her tiny waist, encircling it and fondling the
sides of her womanly hips, feeling the skin of her legs, letting
it flow beneath his running fingers. Her lips sought his, and she
forced her tongue upward as far back into his mouth as it would
reach, feeling his lust-expanded cock growing bigger against her
naked belly. Impatiently, she reached down between their nakedly
pressed bodies together to touch it. Her fingers fumbled toward
the hot shaft of Tim's thick penis, and marveling once more at its
size and hardness, Sylvie held it happily in her hand, her tongue
still exploring the far recesses of her husband's mouth, while his
tongue twirled lazily around hers. She squeezed his rock-hard
cock gently, and then pulled the thickness of his foreskin up over
the rounded flesh of the head. Her husband groaned and a wave of
lust spread between them. Shifting and arching her body beneath
him, Sylvie rubbed the softly curling fuzz of her blonde pussy
against the hardened length of Tim's throbbing cock until the
blood-red head slid against the soaking wet split of her yearning
pussy. She slowly pulled her encircling fingers downward and the
thick bulbous tip reappeared, touching the wet pit of the young
blonde's neglected cunt.
With sudden decisiveness, Tim moved his hands down, harshly
cupping his wife's full, soft buttocks. With a groan he pulled
upwards, lifting her hips and legs up from the mat. He pulled
back to position his swollen penis so that it would slide into the
widespread opening of her waiting pussy.
Twice Tim's thrusting cock slipped against the sensitive
labia surrounding her upright clitoris, causing the transported
blonde to cry out with pleasure, and then it was pressing surely
against the wet elasticity of her seeping vagina.
Once Sylvie might have insisted they go to bed, but now,
Sylvie was so aroused that she did not care that they were lying
on the floor, nakedly enjoying each other on her husband's
exercise mat. All that mattered was that her husband desired her.
With the knowledge of his love she could do anything, anything at
all that he wanted. She would be the perfect woman, the ideal
First Lady, full of charm, wit and wisdom, steeped in good taste
and moved toward good works.
Tim let his pulsing cock worm slowly but surely into the
throbbing slit of his wife's tightly clinging pussy. God, she was
tight! Once more he congratulated himself on his choice of Sylvie
as a wife. His brothers and his mother had expressed doubts, and
sometimes she seemed a little too independent, but Sylvie would
work out, of that he was sure. He hadn't so much thought about
his love for her as about her satisfactory qualities for the wife
of a politician. A small town girl, she would appeal to all of
middle America, despite her patrician looks, which would appeal to
the city sophisticates as well as to other countries. She was a
natural, and Tim knew that he would have to look long and hard to
find another like her. Finding another was out of the question
anyway. The country had not advanced so much that it would accept
a divorced President, and so far as he was concerned, Sylvie was
his, to be with him for life.
"Got to remember to fuck her more," he thought, as he felt
her moaning beneath him. The length of his cock slid with
excruciating slowness into the hot clasping channel of her hair-
lined cunt. It was good! Very good! He looked down at her as
his cock head burrowed hard against the far end of her pussy. Her
mouth hung open, as, eyes closed, she groaned out his name, her
heels kicking, legs twitching upward around his back.
Three, four times, he thrust into the clutching cunt that
sucked fiercely upon his slowly pistoning cock. He wanted
fucking, yes, but something else was occurring to him. He had
meant to break Sylvie in before now to something that he liked
very much to have done, and now was as good a time as any. She
was a fast learner anyway, and he was sure she would get the hang
of it.
"Do something for me sweetie ..." he whispered into her ear,
letting his impaling cock twitch deep inside her straining depths.
She was on the very verge of cumming, so gloriously that she could
feel tears starting from her eyes.
"Anything, darling, anything!" she cried.
"Suck me ..." he said.
"What?" To her surprise, Tim was pulling out of her.
Everything inside her tried to cling to the hard shaft of his
cock, tried to get it back inside her straining pussy. She
blinked, in the space of a second Tim had positioned himself so
that his strong thighs were straddling her torso. Before her big
blue eyes hung two large and hairy testicles suspended below her
husband's rampant cock. It bobbed obscenely before her eyes,
actually striking her on the nose, something she would have
thought ludicrous had not the situation been so tragic.
"I ... I ... was almost ..." Her words were strangled as the
cleft shape of Tim's glistening cock-head plugged between her deep
pink lips. Revulsion at what she realized was the taste of her
own inner fluids, made her thrash out wildly, trying to lift him
off of her, but he was firmly ensconced upon her helplessly naked
body, his widespread thighs spreading on each side of her as he
balanced himself up to enable his lust-inspired penis to enter her
unwillingly parted lips.
Many times before, Tim had hinted that he would like to have
her do this, and she told him that one day she would, always
hedging and putting it off to the future. Little had she dreamed
that tonight would be the time he would ask her to pay off. It
was the worst time possible for him to do this to her ... she
thought, hysteria mounting swiftly within her. It was utterly and
totally depraved of him to ask such a thing of her, when he hadn't
even touched her in weeks!
Instead of feeling her husband's bloated cock striking at the
very center of her being, quelling the hunger she felt high up in
her moist cunt, the moist tip of his penis was pushing inward
against her clenched teeth, and his fingers were squeezing at her
cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth.
"Come on, honey," his voice cajoled, but his fingers were
hard and unloving as they pushed against her cheeks, and finally
made her open her mouth wide. The entire knobby head quivered
inward straining Sylvie's mouth wider as the full shaft began to
slide toward the rear of her oral cavity. Quickly, Sylvie
swallowed while she was still able, and then she began to gag as
its bulk cut off her breathing passages. He withdrew the
slightest bit, and she began to gulp for air in desperation.
She was caught in a nightmarish situation where she could
feel her husband's lean buttocks against the tips of her breasts
every time he gave a jiggle downward ... but he never let his full
weight down on her as he held this obscene position, for he was
completely comfortable, and he started fucking in and out of her
mouth with smooth, even strokes. Her nipples began to itch and
swell, and she felt a tingling on her lips where the heated length
of her husband's cock glided past. Surprisingly, his cock began
to feel pleasantly warm inside her mouth, and when it struck hard
toward the back of her throat, she started to groan with pleasure.
There was still a chance that she would feel him like this!
Inside her inflamed pussy!
Perhaps if she could satisfy his more unusual sexual desires,
he would want to make love to her more often, she thought, the
glimmer of hope spreading still more desire through her young
neglected loins.
She could hear the young politician's voice coming from what
seemed like a great distance, egging her on with urgent requests
that she continue. Frantically, caught up in the rhythm of his
lilting lust, she began to twist her hips upward, hoping to attain
some satisfaction in the area of her abandoned pussy, but there
was nothing to rub against. She began to rub her sleek thighs
together compulsively, squeezing the swollen tissues of her
drenched pussy together while her wide-spread mouth continued to
receive the brunt of her husband's fucking cock.
She wanted to scream out to him, to beg him to take her then
and there, to tell him she had to cum or she would die! One long
hard thrust of his magnificently rock-hard cock would do it ...
just one, and she would be there!
Her entire body begged for relief as her back arched high
from the mat, her firm full breasts nudging upward against Tim's
obscenely gyrating buttocks while his engorged cock expanded a
little more each time it entered her mouth, stretching and pulling
against its own taut skin.
Tim was getting more and more excited, especially since it
seemed to him that his lady-like young wife was really enjoying
sucking him off! And what was more she was good at it! Those
soft full lips of hers created a buffering cushion each time he
advanced and withdrew into the moist depths of her mouth, and
there seemed to be just the right amount of space inside there for
his pistoning cock, unlike many women he had known who just didn't
seem to have any place for him to put his cock once he got beyond
their teeth!
"SUCK IT... SUCK IT SYLVIE!" he cried, beginning to pant
heavily, as the hardness of his tingling cock thudded against the
back of his blonde wife's mouth.
He could feel her tongue flattened on the under side of it,
and from time to time her teeth would lightly scrape the tightness
of the shaft. He held onto her head as he bucked steadily
forward, digging his fingers through her long thick hair. Then he
allowed his tormented penis to pull completely out of his wife's
strained mouth, only to plunge back in again to the hilt, his
balls swinging lewdly against the underside of her chin. He
thought about fucking in her mouth like this in the White House,
maybe right on the floor of his office one night after everyone
had gone; and the thought made him know that he was going to cream
into her mouth any second.
The large firm mounds of Sylvie's jiggling breasts felt good
poking upward against his buttocks and the whole thing just felt
too good to stop. Every sinew of his body was tense and he felt
his thighs trembling from the strain of kneeling like that for
such a long time. Perspiration from his head and chest flowed
down onto Sylvie's besieged face and the tendons in Tim's neck
stood out tautly. The wet sounds of his sluicing cock at the
depths of her mouth combined with both of their grunts and filled
the sanctuary of their bedroom.
"OH CHRIST!" he grunted. It was starting It was coming
faster than he had thought, wrenching mindless, building pleasure
from a sacred spot hidden somewhere inside his loins. His
swinging testicles lurched, releasing their speeding sperm in a
crazy zig-zagging journey through his jerking, pumping cock. He
started fucking harder into her mouth, unmindful of the gagging
sounds that Sylvie was making. He could only listen to his own
inner turmoil, the convulsive climax that took hold of him,
spinning him around and making him cry out with its acute
bombshell of sensation
"AAAAA ... AAAAAAAARRRRNNNGHH!" His hands tangled in
Sylvie's long blonde hair as he cupped them underneath her head
bringing her mouth forward to meet the stream of his semen. He
held her pinned against his exploding cock, feeling his jism
striking against the roof of her mouth filling it and strangling
the gurgling sounds of distress that were coming from her throat.
"NNNNNNNNGHHHHHNMPHF!" As the last dregs of the startlingly acute
pleasure waned and his rapidly deflating penis began to slide from
Sylvie's slack mouth, Tim rested his haunches wearily upon her
chest for a moment.
"AAAAHHHH ... NO TIM, PLEASE, YOU'RE HURTING ME!" Sylvie
cried, at last free to speak.
Tim was smiling benignly as he lifted himself from his wife's
sweat glistening nakedness. He rolled happily to the side of her
and then clambered up. He stood a second, beaming down at her, his
naked genitals all out of proportion to her eyes as she looked up
at him.
"That was great, really GREAT, Sylvie!" he exclaimed. "I'll
make it up to you tomorrow night ..." He turned and headed toward
the shower again, already thinking about the next day's work. He
would have to be up at the office in Grandville by about 7 in
order to take care of the many things awaiting him there, and then
he was expected at his mother's for lunch. A fund dinner was
being given for him in town that evening and at $100 a plate he
hoped that his brother Ron had already worked up a doozey of a
speech.
The hot shower pelted down on his deeply tanned skin
spreading a sense of warmth and well being to the very marrow of
his bones.
"AH! It is so good to be alive!" he thought.
Sylvie lay stunned on her husbands exercise mat for a few
moments, tasting the salty bitterness of his semen on her tongue
and in her throat. And then she slowly got up, dazed and
bedraggled she moved slowly toward her private bathroom and
dressing room. She could still feel the maddening tingling in her
loins that signaled her complete frustration and her mouth and
jaws felt sore and worn. Suddenly hatred for the man she had
married filled her every pore, as trembling with rage and sorrow,
she stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water jets full
blast. She knew better than to count on Tim's promise of
reciprocation the following night. Bitterly, she realized that
such words of hope from her politician husband were like so many
campaign promises.
"A lot of hot air!"
Chapter 4
Arlene was dressed in a crisp cotton dress that she
considered perfect for the early morning, and even though it was
still cool, she felt quite warm as she busied herself about the
large house. She had already spoken to the housekeeper, Margaret,
and established the fact that she and not Sylvie, would henceforth
be giving the orders. The older woman seemed to be relieved and
Arlene was pleased to note that several of her suggestions had
already been carried out.
The dining room was filled with flowers from the garden, as
were the other rooms of the big house. It had seemed a little
solemn before, and now there was a cheery sunny atmosphere
throughout all the rooms that made a noticeable difference.
When Tim Cassidy came down for breakfast at 6:15 A.M. the
dining room had already received Arlene's "touch", and he drank
his black coffee and ate his specially flown in French croissants
while reading the early morning editions of 6 newspapers. The
croissants were a luxury that Tim hoped to keep secret from any
prying newspaper columnists, since he knew that the general public
would consider such an expense as having the delicious crisp
pastries flown over daily from Paris an outrageous waste of money.
But, Tim often said, "It is my money and I'll do what I want with
it, even if I have to do it secretly!"
Arlene was surprised that Sylvie was still in bed as Tim sped
away for town driving his own Buick sportswagon. She waved
goodbye to the handsome young politician, thinking that if she
were his wife, she would be up every morning, no matter how early,
to see her husband off! By the time she went back into the dining
room, the other brothers were having breakfast, and Arlene said a
pleasant good morning to Ron and Erick, and then let the two
blonde men go back to reading their newspapers. She went into the
kitchen where the cook gave her a cup of coffee, and then she
carried it to the living room, where she sat down on a comfortable
leather sofa to drink it. Looking around her at the quiet luxury
of the room, Arlene could not get over the fact that this big
house was not only to be her home for the next few months, but
that she herself was completely in charge of running it.
She felt very, very capable as she sat beneath Jenson
Cassidy's oil portrait. And she felt that the old man who had
been the Cassidy brothers' father, was looking down at her with
approval. She could not help thinking how much more suited she
was to the job of taking charge of things and making them run
smoothly than her younger cousin, Sylvie, even though Arlene had
only started that very morning on her new job.
Ron and Erick's voice drifted in from the dining room, but
the attractive brunette could not hear what they were saying. She
visualized Sylvie upstairs sleeping soundly, no doubt feeling
delicious traces of sensuality from her previous night's love-
making with her husband, Tim. Resentfully, Arlene was aware of a
slight tingling in her sleekly tapered thighs, there toward the
high inner center where they touched together. But, feeling
suddenly ashamed, she brushed her thoughts and feelings out of her
mind. After all, Sylvie had sent for her to help out, and that
was just what she would do. Sylvie had other, more important
things to do and no doubt needed the sleep she was getting!
* * *
The "snooze alarm" went off at 9:30 and Sylvie heard rustling
noises coming from her dressing room. The tub water was being
turned on, and groggily, Sylvie realized that her maid, Ella, was
in there preparing her morning tub. Once more, Sylvie regretted
her own cowardice. Why she had not fired the girl several days
ago she could not even explain to herself. She knew that Ella
herself was probably not responsible for her lewd seduction on the
beach by young Erick Cassidy, that she was in fact as much a
victim of the fatal Cassidy charm as she herself was. These
thoughts plus the fact that she feared betraying still more
weakness to the youngest brother of the family had caused her to
keep Ella on as her maid, although the mere sight of the girl was
enough to set Sylvie's teeth on edge. Now, though as the
disappointing events of the night before rushed in on her waking
brain, Sylvie sat up with a start.
"GET OUT!" she cried, "GET OUT OF HERE!"
She was satisfied to hear the noises of the teen-aged girl's
flight from the bathroom, and she fell back to the bed with a
sigh. She reached her hand out for the printed sheet of paper
which detailed her day's activities, conscious all the while of
the now cold indentation beside her on the outsized double bed,
where her husband had slept on his back all night long. There had
been a time, Sylvie remembered, when the two of them had slept
curled close to each other at night, but now Tim slept as a
complete entity unto himself, and Sylvie kept to her own side of
the bed, mindful nonetheless of the warmth she was missing.
Angrily, Sylvie read the schedule for the day. Her
hairdresser was due in half an hour, and then at 11:00 she had to
tape an interview with Jay Starker of NBC News. The television
cameras were probably already being set up downstairs, and Sylvie
hoped that Arlene would be able to cope with everything. In the
afternoon she was due to visit a Foundling Home in Grandville
where it was known that conditions were under par due to lack of
Federal and State funds. Her visit was supposed to point up these
facts and Tim's speech that night at the fund raising dinner would
no doubt contain a reference to it.
After the dinner which she had to attend with her husband,
Tim had a private meeting with some of the state big wigs who were
supporting him, and Sylvie was on her own. At the bottom of the
page the word FREE was written, and Sylvie read it thinking
bitterly of how exhausted and bored she would be by that time, and
more than that, of her husband, who would probably not return home
until the wee hours of the morning after what she knew was an
important meeting in town. There would be no love-making that
night, she knew, as she climbed out of bed, no lovemaking and no
comfort for hours, days ... perhaps years!
The prospect was grim indeed as the stunning 24-year-old
blonde surveyed her face in the bathroom mirror, she thought with
desperation that she must do something to control the horrible
trap that her life was becoming. Something had to be done!
* * *
"You'd better stick around to make sure that she can handle
the television people," Ron had told his younger brother, Erick,
as he climbed into the back of the limousine.
"Sure thing!" Erick replied, "she's a pretty thing, isn't
she?"
"Watch your step, Erick! She and Sylvie are like sisters ...
Don't make any unnecessary complications!" he commanded,
disappearing into the depths of the back seat.
"I always watch my step!" Erick replied as the car headed
down the driveway toward the town. "Or at least I try to," he
said to himself as he turned to go back into the house.
The TV people were making a racket in the living room when he
went in, but Erick noticed that Arlene had everything pretty well
in hand.
"You're going to work out fine, aren't you?" he told her as
she whizzed by him on her way to speak with the special advisor
the family had always used for television appearances. A former
director himself, he brought along the best make-up man in the
business and made certain that there were no unflattering angles
or lighting during the taping. Arlene was going to talk with him
about the color of the flowers that would be behind Sylvie while
she was talking to the interviewer.
Erick was pleased to see the newcomer blush under his frank
gaze.
"I certainly plan to," she replied, firmly, with a brisk
smile that she intended to mean that she was friendly, but busy.
Erick watched her go by, and followed her moving hips with
interest and amusement. "Built like a brick shit house," he
murmured to himself as he took in the firm but full shapes of
Arlene's buttocks as she hurriedly walked across the room.
"Wonder what those babies would feel like in my hands?" he mused
to himself as he walked out onto the terrace to survey the
morning.
He decided that he would hang around until Sylvie came
downstairs. He wouldn't miss his morning greeting to his nervous
sister-in-law for anything, not after he'd caught her spying on
him at the beach that day. He still felt a gleeful exhilaration
every time he thought about seeing her up there on the dune, her
fingers wriggling in her own pussy. His own brother's wife! He'd
always suspected that she was a hot number, and it had always been
a source of pleasure to him to see her turn red with embarrassment
and anger when he whispered those suggestive things to her about
his girl friends. But now, things were much more serious! There
was no real rush about it, but Erick know that shortly he was
going to feel those long silky legs of Sylvie's wrapped around his
neck. His own hard cock, and not his big brother Tim's was going
to be filling that little blonde cunt of hers, and she was going
to love it! Of that much he was sure!
Sylvie came slowly down the winding staircase. She looked
almost surrealistically beautiful, having just been made up and
coiffeured by the experts. Her white dress was simple but
expensive, her well turned calves and ankles led down to a white
medium heeled pump of soft Italian leather. On her wrist she wore
the gold bracelet her husband had given her the night before.
There was a hush among the waiting cameramen and the others that
were crowded into the living room of the Cassidy Family Meeting
Place as Sylvie appeared among them. Arlene tried to stifle the
jealousy that the sight of Sylvie provoked in her. She watched as
Erick walked up to her cousin and whispered something into her
ear. Arlene wondered what he was saying.
"Did my brother give you a good hard fucking last night?"
Erick whispered into his sister-in-law's ear, knowing that she
would not flinch or push him away from her with all those people
watching curiously.
"Because if not, you know where you can always get a good
taste of cock. Say the word and I'll stick it up in your cunt so
high it will choke you!"
Sylvie smiled her most radiant smile, but her heart was
beating fearfully and it cost her a lot in terms of nerves to
control the tone of her voice as well as the violence with which
she wanted to respond to her brother-in-law's lewd words.
"You're not good enough to lick my shoes!" she said softly to
him as though they were discussing the weather. She would deny it
all to the end. She must pretend, even to herself that it had not
been she out there on the dunes, obscenely masturbating, watching
like some depraved voyeur, the sexual antics of her play-boy
brother-in-law.
She moved swiftly away from him toward the waiting crowd.
People moved in to greet her as Erick fell back. In spite of what
he knew was his upper hand in the little cat and mouse game that
he was playing with Sylvie, he felt a burning anger at her words.
That she would dare talk to him like that after what he'd seen her
doing!!
"Well, we'll see who licks whose shoes!" he thought to
himself as he left the house. "THAT BITCH!
* * *
Tim Cassidy was in top form. The speech had gone well and
they had raised several thousand dollars in one night with a
standard dinner of peas and chicken. He was very pleased. He
turned to his smiling docile wife who was seated next to his
youngest brother, leaning over he spoke, "Erick why don't you take
Sylvie home. Maybe you should take her to the club first. You
look like you could use a drink!" he added to Sylvie, noting her
ashen expression, "I'll be home late tonight ... have a little
fun!" He kissed her tenderly upon the cheek and was already
disappearing with his brother Ron and several familiar faces of
his entourage. They were headed for the meeting that Sylvie knew
would take place immediately after the banquet dinner. With
horror, she realized that her husband was sending her off with
Erick, when all she asked was to be as far away from the youngest
member of the clan as she could possibly get.
But Erick was already eagerly propelling her beyond the
smoke-filled room and out into the night air where a chauffeur
waited patiently. Although Sylvie realized that she could easily
be firm with her spoiled brother-in-law, telling him that she
intended to go home and nowhere else, she decided that she must
not show her weakness by letting him know just how afraid of him
she was. Now would be the time that she would have to meet with
him and prove herself the stronger of the two.
As Erick installed himself in the limousine beside her, she
spoke to the chauffeur, not waiting for Erick's instructions.
"Take us to the club, Ben, will you?" she said in her
pleasantest voice. Then settling back she turned to Erick noting
with approval his surprised expression. She knew that he had
expected her to protest.
"I do feel the need of a drink after that dreadful dinner.
Don't you?" she asked, arching her finely drawn eyebrows.
The doorman at the club bowed and scraped as they swept in
the door, and after the usual number of heads had turned the
famous brother and sister-in-law were seated in the private booth
reserved for members of the family. It was a very pleasant spot,
giving a perfect view of everything that went on in the small
room, but screened off in such a way that little could be seen of
them. They sat in comfortable chairs that were molded together to
give the appearance of an ordinary bar booth. That was their
charm. But they were far removed from the hard wood and plastic
of their distant cousins.
Although Sylvie did not otherwise betray just how nervous she
was, she did consume three frozen daiquiris, one right after the
other, while Erick was still working on his second Jack Daniels
and water.
Erick was waiting for her to show some sign of inebriation,
having decided to go along with her for a while at least. He too
could pretend that they were the best of relatives ... Tim
Cassidy's wife and Tim Cassidy's brother having a friendly drink
at the most elite club within a 500 mile radius. Certainly
nothing wrong with that.
"Well, I think I'd like to be getting back now ... rigid
schedule tomorrow, you know!" Sylvie said. She had downed that
last daiquiri a little too fast, and she could feel her head
whirling. Mentally she cursed herself for having had so many so
fast, she knew that she could take quite a few daiquiris in a
night, but only if she spaced them carefully. Her nervous state
had not allowed her to do so, and now she was paying for it.
She was not very surprised when Erick drawled, "Oh I think
I'll have another, dear sister-in-law, and I'll order one more for
you too!"
Sylvie remained silent. She didn't feel that she should say
too much, she was afraid she might blurt out something unwise.
When the drinks came she began to sip hers silently, while Erick
began to speak.
"You know, I'm glad that we have this little time together,"
he began easily. "You're a reasonable woman ... one who really
knows the facts of life!" he said, winking unpleasantly at her.
Sylvie was silent. Desperately she tried to keep taking deep
breaths, hoping the intake of air would sober her up.
"I mean you know the kind of things that happen on the road!"
What was he getting at? Sylvie wondered angrily. Why had she
been foolish enough to believe she could get through an hour or so
alone with this odious man? She was thankful though that at least
thus far she had somehow set the tone of the evening so that he
used no lewd profanities with her. In fact he was very polite ...
much too polite.
Erick had thought about what he was going to say to her when
he got a chance to do so. He had thought about it all day in
fact. Now, it was a pleasure to him to see the young blonde woman
jump in her seat as he casually mentioned, "You know how those
little girls are always aching to take down their panties for a
famous cock. A man can't always refuse!"
Sylvie felt something like a knife turning inside her, but
she tried to keep her voice steady as she replied ...
"Of course not," she said uneasily. She wanted to jump up
and run from the room, but she knew that she and Erick must leave
the place together, besides, she was hoping that she could sober
up some before she had to stand up. Her vision had started to
blur a little at the sides and the funny whirring sensation in her
head had not let up.
"I don't really blame my brother," Erick continued.
Which brother was he talking about? But Sylvie knew full
well that her unpleasant brother-in-law was trying to taunt her
... trying to get her all upset by telling her some story about
her husband, his oldest brother, Tim. Probably lies ... he was
probably making it all up just to upset her!
But, she thought with sudden clarity, "WHY ELSE WOULD HE SHOW
SO LITTLE INTEREST IN ME?" The previous explanation that her
husband's exceedingly rough schedule both mentally and physically
gave him little time to think of such things, seemed a vague pipe
dream that Sylvie had made up for herself in order to avoid the
true facts. He was unfaithful to her with other women!
Erick's voice droned on and on, and Sylvie could easily
visualize her handsome husband ... too handsome for his own good,
and certainly for hers ... sleeping with those girls ... all those
horrid little creatures who adored him and his brothers ...
putting his hands up their skirts ... letting them fondle him...
Making love with them! After all, she reasoned, forgetting and
taking another sip of the drink in front of her, she had once been
one of those girls herself. She'd been working in the young
district attorney's office, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as
the saying went. She knew just how Tim Cassidy operated. Hadn't
he come up behind her one day and kissed her gently on the ear,
letting his hands brush casually across her breasts? Just enough
to enflame her, to make her want him more than she had ever wanted
anything in the world! In spite of herself she emitted a groan,
and Erick sitting nearby moved a little closer to her and smiled.
He knew that his words were having the effect that he wanted.
With keen interest he let his eyes rove over Sylvie's partially
exposed breasts. Her dress was not cut very low in front, but he
could still see the full ripeness of her large creamy breasts,
especially if he leaned over a bit. He moved over just a bit
more, so that his thigh pressed close against hers beneath the
table and launched into his story.
"I'll tell you a story about one politician I know ... who
shall of course remain anonymous. It didn't happen so very long
ago really ..."
Sylvie started to put her hands up to her ears, but she
realized that nothing would stop Erick from telling his story.
She could feel the words piercing her with their horrid meaning,
and despite the efforts to block it all out, she could clearly
visualize the events that Erick outlined.
"Well, you see, he asked to have this special girl sent up to
the hotel room. She was just a secretary, new at that, but there
was something fresh and innocent about her ... not like the others
who are always throwing themselves at you! This man told us ...
(there were two other men in the room) that he wanted to see just
how dedicated she was, this new girl, and she came up trembling
like a leaf, but obviously anxious to please. Couldn't have been
more than 17 or 18, maybe younger and lying about her age. She
was blonde ... actually looked a bit like you, Sylvie, only
younger. In any case, this man brought the young girl over behind
the desk where he was sitting and brought out a package of
pictures for her to look at. Well, Sylvie, each one was dirtier
than the next. Every position in creation was happening in those
pictures, and there were those nasty full close-ups of genitals
... you know the ones that really get to you!
Well, In tell you they really got to that little girl. She
blushed and then she blanched, and then she tried not to look at
them, but this man he kept forcing her to look. By this time his
arm was around her waist and he was holding her fast up against
his chair, mailing her look at those dirty pics. Well, it wasn't
long before the girl realized that something was expected of her
and she seemed stunned by the knowledge, slumping in a semi-swoon
against this famous politician, and looking at each picture that
was presented to her with a slack open mouthed expression. Then
we noticed that her expression was gradually changing to one of
excitement. We didn't know exactly why from where we were sitting
but her face began to show unmistakable traces of passion and she
began to breathe hard. Then the man beckoned us closer and moving
around the side of the desk, much to the young blonde girl's
consternation, we were able to see that he had pulled her short
skirt up slightly and had inserted his finger under the leg band
of her pink nylon panties. He was softly stroking the little
narrow moist slit of her hair-covered vagina. You could see it,
Sylvie, glistening with wet between her spread legs as the man
suddenly shoved his finger upward worming it into the tight little
pussy as high as he could go!"
Sylvie held her breath. It was hard for her to believe that
she was sitting in the stodgy protectiveness of the club. That
there were others nearby who were totally unaware of what was
happening, of the horror story that Erick was forcing her to
listen to about a man she could only assume was her husband. She
tried to believe that it wasn't a true story ... but it seemed so
realistic that she was inwardly certain that it was! She could
feel her body begin to twitch and instinctively she pressed her
thighs tight together, feeling as she did so, Erick's leg follow
hers, pressing close again.
She hadn't noticed it there until this point, and then, the
alcohol circulating lazily in her veins seemed to create a
lethargy in her limbs, so that she could not imagine why she had
started to feel a slight tingle in her belly that was working its
way down slowly to the sensuous point between her tightly pressing
thighs. She knew that she ought to move her leg away from her
brother-in-law's but she had to wait until the excitement in her
loins subsided. It was puzzling to feel the two sensations at
work inside her, acute jealousy about her husband and that girl,
and yet a strange arousal at the lewd impact of the story.
"I must be drunker than I thought," she realized. But there
was nothing much she could do about it. Outwardly at least, she
still remained prim and proper. Anyone seeing her would not have
guessed at the extent to which things were slipping away inside
her. All the shoring up was sliding down and she was weak and
defenseless against the deep emotions that swirled in her
frustrated body.
"Shall I continue?" Erick asked, looking around at the posh
surroundings of the club. No one could see them, of that much he
was certain, and his own lustful impulses were driving him to
continue beyond the point at which he'd thought he might stop.
Without waiting for his captive audience to reply, Erick went on,
beginning as he spoke, a steady sliding of his leg against
Sylvie's silk encased thigh.
"When the man tired of finger fucking the little creature,
and her whimpering began to get to him, he roughly grabbed her up
and marched her over to the couch in the corner. There he sat
down and stood her in front of him, pulling her shirt to expose
the flimsy pink panties that encased her round tight little
buttocks and the tender split of her baby-cunt."
"Tears began streaming from her eyes and she was begging him
to stop and let her go. But the man pointed out to her that since
she had obviously been aroused by his finger, they might as well
continue. He promised her all sorts of things ... special jobs
with the organization, even a raise in salary. Those girls hardly
get anything you know. Well, she protested and seemed hurt that
he would even suggest such a thing and finally she began to
tearfully remove her clothing. She stripped everything from her
young budding body and the man did the same. I must admit Sylvie
that we did too, the whole thing was just too exciting for words!"
"Well, there he was standing there with his big hard-on
standing out like a tree trunk in front of him. I won't mention
the size of mine ... you've seen it any way haven't you, Sylvie?"
Erick's leg rubbed insistently against hers, and his hand dropped
to the edge of her skirt beneath the table.
"The girl finished dropping her panties to the floor and
stood before an of us, her arms covered her firm young tits. She
had soft golden hair covering her little cunt and the base of her
belly was white and soft."
"The man pulled her up on the couch with him. He lay on his
back and forced her to straddle his nakedness. The round
whiteness of her buttocks was visible to all as she was poised
directly over the hardness of his long cock. She sobbed as he put
his hands underneath her and began to guide his own pack toward
the tiny moist open lips of the young girl's baby cunt. We could
see him moving it up and down in the moist glistening slit for a
moment moving through the soft pubic hair, and she was crying out
and saying she'd never done it before and we were standing jerking
off as best we could a few feet away when he ground his hips
upward and pulled her down on his pile-driving cock!"
Sylvie's eyes were round saucers and she knew that she ought
to scream and tear herself away from the serpent-like fascination
of her brother-in-law's words. She could feel his fingers rising
on her leg, moving upward toward the nakedness of her upper thigh,
beyond the place where her black garter belt held her stockings.
But the rum had had a strangely tranquilizing effect upon her and
instead she sat frozen in immobility, helplessly aroused by the
feel of Erick's fingers and by his thigh so close to hers. She
tried, nonetheless to turn away, managing only to move her head.
Looking out and over the other people who were some distance away
in the bar of the club, she found herself visualizing her husband
with another girl ... the one in the story. Instead of the
absolute revulsion she had felt at the beginning, she felt an odd
quivering deep between her thighs.
His infidelity somehow freed her and made her cause more
righteous. As though by pinpointing the direct cause of her
unhappiness she was better able to fight it! She closed her eyes
and thought about the fingers that were now on her naked thighs.
They felt warm and real ... necessary to her well-being. Why
should she not have the pleasure when the men gave it to
themselves freely whenever they wanted? Why should she have to
suffer and be perfect, when they were far from perfection
themselves! Why had law condemned her to a life of frustration
and silence, of meek smiles for the photographers and inane
utterances for the press!?
Erick's hand gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft full
flesh of her thigh that sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting
up to the seeping moist triangle of her pussy. She uttered a low
helpless groan and slid back against the cushion behind her,
letting it cradle her heavy head. Erick took full advantage of
the moment to slide his hand up to the soft roundness of his
brother's wife's buttocks where they lay encased in a brief swatch
of panties.
"Oh, God, no, we can't ... we can't ..." she whimpered
helplessly, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She
thought she could see the waiter looking in their direction but
she knew that he could really not see anything unless he came
around the partition, and he wouldn't do that unless they rang for
him. She tried to squirm away from her brother-in-law but his
strength was too great and she only succeeded in worsening her
position. His hand cupped from behind into the split of her
seeping pussy, and through her panties he began to steadily flick
his middle finger upward against the raging madness she felt
there.
"Oh, please ... don't do it ... don't do this to me ..." she
cried.
"Why not?" he inquired, "why shouldn't we ... Tim fucks all
the cunt he can get when he's away from you, why shouldn't you get
a little extra cock?"
The crude words echoed Sylvie's own thoughts, and they sent a
chilling feeling of uncontrolled longing throughout her loins.
She gasped as the fingers of his hand pushed teasingly up against
the hopelessly aroused pit of her trembling pussy. "Stop, please
don't, don't touch me there anymore ..." she pleaded, but her body
was telling her otherwise, and Erick sensing it and feeling her
squirming wetness against the palm of his hand and his fingers,
brought his other hand up and around her, to touch the side of
this sister-in-law's breasts, pushing hard against the soft
yielding flesh. Sylvie moaned and tried to pull away, using all
her will power to overcome the rising sensations building up in
the pit of her stomach. An electrifying shock rippled along the
flesh of her buttocks as she felt him slipping his finger slowly
under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed
back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip of his index
finger found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina and gently
thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden real
contact with the throbbing, lusting head of her clitoris. It was
thoroughly soaked from the unwanted desire that permeated Sylvie's
whole being and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the
groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. She knew
that she must not make the sounds she wanted to make. They were
after all in a public place! No one must know what was going on
... no one must find out that Tim Cassidy's wife was being
obscenely and horribly embraced beneath her skirt by her husband's
own brother!
She lay half reclining in the booth, totally helpless while
Erick's hands played with her warm secret flesh, and tears of
humiliation began to cascade down her face.
"So this is that little pussy you were petting by the beach
that day!" Erick whispered hoarsely to his brother's wife. "You
were really getting your kicks from watching me fucking the maid
... admit it!" he choked out, slipping his fingers with urgency up
against her quivering clitoris. Sylvie found her hips suddenly
squirming in involuntary rhythm to the teasing of his rummaging
finger.
"Oh ... no ... no ..." she protested, but to no avail.
"Spread you legs a little wider, let me get inside!" Erick
cried.
"NO ... not here ... someone will see ... we can't ... we
can't ..."
Erick paused a moment and looked around them. She was right.
It was foolish to continue the audacious game right there. He had
a sudden idea. He rang for the waiter.
"Straighten yourself up," he commanded, "we're going to one
of the private rooms."
Hurriedly, Sylvie tried to present the best appearance she
could. And when the waiter appeared, the two of them looked as
though butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. But underneath her
skirt, Sylvie felt her aching and yearning pussy, tingling with
the desire that had accumulated within the past few moments at the
club.
The new drinks were set up in the private room upstairs and
the waiter was withdrawing from the room. Sylvie sat on a low
sofa near the window and noticed that there was a separate exit to
the room. The street was below. The street and freedom. She
felt somehow more sober now, and the full realization of her
actions had come to her with shattering force as she and Erick
entered the room. She had to get out of there at any cost.
"We'll be expecting my brother and some others," Erick lied,
"so please direct them here should they come in."
The waiter replied that he would of course comply with
Erick's wishes, and disappeared closing the door behind him.
Erick sprang up and locked the door, and the loud Sylvie's ears
with terrible finality.
"Erick," she stammered, as the youthful blonde lawyer came
toward her, "let's act like adults ... You can't seriously think
that I am going to ..."
Her words were cut off as he took hold of her, drawing her
sharply up against his lean body. His lips pressed hard on hers,
his tongue penetrating their tight defense with ease, as his hips
ground lasciviously against her. She could feel the hard poker
shape of his thickened penis rising against her trembling belly,
and in spite of herself she recalled its enormous, bloated
appearance when she had watched it appearing and disappearing into
the servant girl's willingly wide-spread genitals.
"OH GOD," she groaned, slumping against him. "I ... I can't
go through with it!" But her entire body lurched uncontrollably
in his arms, as she felt the thick cock that could give her so
much pleasure ... so much relief that she needed and that her
husband had not given her. She thought of the depraved act Tim
had made her perform only the night before, and how her hopes for
satisfaction had been so cruelly shattered.
"You know you want it ..." Erick was saying, and he pulled
hurriedly away from his sister-in-law. She leaned against the
wall and watched, wide-eyed as her husband's younger brother began
to strip his clothes from his body. She closed her eyes to block
out the view, and then when she opened them he stood in front of
her completely naked, his hard cock standing out from beneath the
lean tautness of his belly. Lewdly, he began stroking the
uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head.
"I know that Tim's cock is not nearly as big as mine!" Erick
smiled, watching her carefully as though she were some insect that
he had trapped. Sylvie tried to speak, but she could not. What
on earth could she say or do against such a fiendish man. Her
eyes automatically gravitated to the spot where hideously he was
masturbating in front of her, and in spite of her fear, she could
not help imagining what it would feel like inside her. It would
fill her more than anything had ever filled her before, that much
she knew. It was true that Erick was bigger than his older
brother, but Sylvie had always been told that size made little
difference. It was a man's actual technique in love-making that
counted. She remembered all those times when Tim had made her
deliriously happy, and then bitterly thought of just how long ago
those times were, and that he was probably using those same
techniques on myriads of other girls. While she remained totally
unsatisfied and at the mercy of such madmen as his younger
brother, Erick!
"D ... don't touch me again!" she stammered. But inwardly
she knew there was no escape now. It was going to happen. He
reached out for her pulling her close to the sofa and she began to
feel as though a rush of flames were licking her body as his
fingers began moving up and down her clothed loins.
"Let's just take it nice and slow and easy!" he exclaimed.
"I'm not just going to give you just any old brush-over fuck. You
are going to beg me for it, Sylvie!" He dropped to his knees in
front of her as she swayed above him, lifting her skirt and
hooking his finger in the elastic waistband of her panties and
pulling them slowly down over the softness of her round full
buttocks until they dropped in a small pile of material around her
ankles.
She swayed again dangerously, almost losing her balance as a
wave of dizziness filled her already horribly whirling head.
Suddenly, she felt his lips pressing tightly into the naked flesh
of her belly. The wet contact sent chills racing the length of
her spine, and she automatically reached forward with her hands,
to lock them in Erick's blonde hair to keep from falling.
Encouraged by her action, Erick dropped his lips to the golden
triangle of curl-lined pussy and spreading the soft hair with his
thumbs, flicked his tongue inside the moistly flowering slit of
her unwillingly aroused vagina.
Sylvie jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the
upright bud of her clitoris, and fell backwards, losing her
balance completely, so that she landed on the sofa behind them.
Erick leaped forward and caught her so that she lay flat on her
back sprawled with her long patrician legs wide open and him right
where he wanted to be ... between them. Her eyes opened wide in
abject terror, Sylvie struggled to close them but it was hopeless.
Looking down, she could see her husband's brother hunched down on
all fours between her widespread thighs grinning up at her
savagely. The moistly offered flesh of her nakedly cringing pussy
was presented to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice.
Below, the shreds of her torn panties clung to one of her ankles
as she lay frozen on the sofa, her humiliation complete as Erick
lowered his face between her legs. His hands were flat against
the soft inner flesh of her thighs as his thumbs rested on the
quivering hair-fringed lips of her cunt. With a slow tortured
outward movement, he drew the ragged pink lips of Sylvie's trapped
pussy apart, exposing the inside of it to his lascivious gaze.
Then his head was buried against her trembling mound, and his long
slippery tongue burrowed snake-like into the warm throbbing secret
walls of her pussy.
"OOOOOOOOOOOhhh GOD!!! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" she whimpered,
lifting her blonde head up off the sofa to watch with horrified
disbelief as Erick's tousled head rocked to and fro between her
trembling thighs.
"THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING ... N000000!" she groaned over and
over flailing helplessly from side to side as her brother-in-law's
tongue speared and licked in and out of the involuntarily dilating
lips of her exposed pussy. Yet in spite of her humiliation and
revulsion, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were rippling deep
down in her belly. Erick's hands moved up over the tanned
flatness of her quivering belly and he dug his fingers up toward
the hardening nipples of her breasts beneath her dress. Still,
his mouth and tongue worked and slipped against the wide-spread
thighness of her thoroughly inundated cunt, his eyes remaining
wide open so that he could watch in arrogant delight, the
contortions of his beautiful victim's features.
He was waiting, and he was prepared to wait a long while if
necessary for the signs which he knew were sure to come. She must
surrender to him! She had to!
Sylvie lay stunned in abject submission to the depraved
outrages she was being subjected to. Yet there was nothing she
could do, and great tears of humiliation and shame swelled in her
eyes as she realized that he was making dangerous inroads into the
lurking passion that dwelled just beneath the surface of her
frazzled nerve-endings. Random thoughts of her husband with other
women flickered through her mind as the wet sucking noises drifted
upward to her ears. How would she ever be able to face Tim again
after letting this happen to her. No matter what he had done,
didn't she at least owe him enough not to groan in degradation and
desire beneath his own brother? There had been times before when
Sylvie Cassidy had felt alone and helpless, but nothing she had
been through had prepared her for this vile moment.
Erick kept his eyes upon Sylvie's face as he continued the
torturing thrusts of his tongue into her slippery vagina. When he
saw her tears, he felt a thrill of satisfaction. This would teach
her ... the god-damned little stuck-up bitch! Not good enough to
lick her shoes indeed ... well, he was good enough to lick her
cunt, all right! Before the night was over she'd be crawling to
him on her hands and knees, begging for it! He began to suck
furiously at the tender rosy inner lining of Sylvie's cunt. This
will get her! he thought, lewdly, beginning to make rapid up and
down motions with his tongue, and then flicking the pointed edge
into the well of Sylvie's seeping vagina. Then he sucked and
pulled on the soft petal-like lips of her cunt until he heard her
crying out above him.
"OOOOOhhhhOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Sylvie realized with a sudden
sense of devastation that her loss of control was complete. She
clenched her teeth tight together and fought it with all her
might, but the tiny rising sparks continued to mount within her
and burst into a sudden uncontrollable flame that began to devour
her. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically
upward and her hands were curling down into his hair as with a low
soul stirring groan she began a slow abandoned movement with each
thrust of her brother-in-law's lapping tongue. Forgotten were all
thoughts of Tim ... her unfaithful husband, forgotten was the
humiliation of having this happen to her in a private room at the
club, with all sorts of important people outside beyond the locked
door. All that mattered now were the sharp shafts of pleasure
that pierced through her private flesh like little needles of
sinful excitement.
Erick sensed her sudden submissiveness and began thrusting
harder and harder into the quivering sheath of Sylvie's hopelessly
aroused vagina. He luxuriated in the feel of her soft silky cunt
hair grazing against his face, tickling the tip of his nose and
sides of his cheeks as his brother's wife ground her buttocks
upward in a slow hypnotic rhythm against his face. She was his
now, he gloated, watching with excitement as Sylvie began to emit
a long, continuous wail of passionate fulfillment.
"NNNNNNNNNNGHGHGHGHHHHHH!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" she cried over and over again, sliding
and bucking furiously up against his face as the contortions of
her powerfully triggered orgasm rolled throughout her lustfully
taxed system. Eyes rolling back in their sockets, her lips bared
back over the whiteness of her teeth she resembled a mad woman
more than the sleek and cool Sylvie Cassidy that the public knew
so well.
"OOOOooooh OOOOOHHHHHMY GOOD GOD!!! IT'S NOT OVER YET!!!
OOOHHHH AGAIN!!! AGAIN!!!!'' She was cumming again before she
could do anything about it, and below her flailing gyrating limbs,
Erick sucked at the tormented wide-held surface of Sylvie's loins.
It wouldn't be long now, he sensed until he rammed it deep into
that little belly of hers, shot his hot burning load of cum deep
into this tight streaming pussy! Sylvie Cassidy was just another
whore begging for his cock, and she was going to get it all right
and get it good!
Chapter 5
Arlene slipped back into her room carefully and closed the
door soundlessly behind her. She had been listening all night for
the return of the various members of the family, and it was some
surprise to her to look out of her window and see a taxi pulling
up to the side entrance. To her wonderment, she saw Sylvie
hurriedly getting out of the cab and run into the house. She was
all by herself! Arlene got a good look at her younger cousin as
she was climbing the stairs and saw that she was in a totally
disheveled state.
"My goodness!" she said to herself now, "what has Sylvie been
up to?"
When a few moments later she heard the sounds of another car,
this time toward the front of the house, Arlene put a robe on over
her usual sleeping outfit, her naked skin, and went to
investigate. From her hiding place at the top of the stairs she
could see Erick Cassidy coming in the front door and he looked
madder than a red hornet! Arlene cunningly slipped behind a
pillar as he climbed the stairs. To her amazement, he went
directly to Sylvie Cassidy's door and knocked on it.
"You open this door or I'm going to break it down!" Erick
declared. He knew that his brothers Tim and Ron would not yet
have returned home and that Sylvie was alone in there. He stood
fuming outside the door listening for some sign of motion inside.
The little bitch! he thought, running out on me like that!
It had been an easy matter for Sylvie to dash out the
separate exit door of the private room at the club. She was still
fully dressed despite the torn state of her panties and the
ravishment of her loins by her brother-in-law's persistent tongue.
As for Erick, he was stark naked and could not chase after her
until he had finished dressing.
There was no answer from Sylvie's room.
"You got your nookie and that's enough for you!" Erick
declared unpleasantly, "I wasn't licking your cunt all night for
nothing, you know!" he growled and turned away, storming toward
his own room further down the long hall.
As Sylvie trembled in her bed, deeply ensconced beneath the
covers, her cousin Arlene listened, outside in the hall, to the
retreating footsteps of Erick Cassidy with burning ears.
"SO THAT'S IT!" she thought. Her prim little cousin was
actually a promiscuous runaround.
"How could she!" Arlene thought, scandalized, "and with Tim's
own brother, too!" She was outraged as she went back to her room
to mull the whole thing over.
"Poor Tim," she thought, "poor, poor Tim!"
Arlene let all her bad feelings and thoughts about her young
blonde cousin's ineptness come to the fore as she sat before the
small cocktail table in her room and tried to think of what to do
about what she'd just learned. The first thing Arlene wanted to
do was to make sure that Tim did not suffer too much at the hands
of his uncaring wife, and Arlene decided she would go downstairs
and wait for his return home. That was something Sylvie ought to
be doing ... any decent wife would, she thought huffily as she
changed into a flowing hostess gown of a deep emerald green.
The thought that she might take Sylvie's place in more ways
than one had not yet fully formulated itself in her mind as she
tip-toed down to the large empty living room and without turning
the lights on, sat waiting for the sound of Tim's car on the
gravel outside.
She was about to drift off to sleep ... (it had been a long,
hard day for her, too, and she felt emotionally exhausted by the
tumultuous events in the Cassidy household) when at last she heard
the sound of doors closing and then the tell-tale crunch of
footsteps up the walk. The chauffeur driven car started up again
and down toward the garage. Tim often left his own car in town
when the occasion called for him to use a chauffeur.
"Good night, Ron!" Arlene heard Tim calling to the middle
brother of the family as the latter went upstairs.
"See you in the morning, Tim!"
She had forgotten that Tim was rarely alone, but now, luck
was with her. The fatigued district attorney probably intended to
have a quiet nightcap by himself in the living room. She sat
silently, holding her breath in anticipation. Every fiber of her
being was tensed toward the wonderful man who was entering the
living room. She thought about it now, he was truly her idol,
even more so now that she knew more about him. Now that she was
living right in his house!
The overhead lights went on suddenly, and Arlene sat up,
blinking.
"Well, hello there!" Tim said. "What a pleasant surprise!"
Arlene rose and greeted her cousin's husband, thankful that
he did not directly ask her what she was doing there although the
question seemed to hang in the air between them.
She saw Tim taking in the softly clinging lines of her
emerald green gown, and she was grateful that she saw approval in
his eyes. A trifle more sure of herself, she offered to get Tim a
drink.
"Yes ..." Tim said slowly, sinking into his favorite easy
chair. "I'd like that! Any sign of Sylvie?"
Arlene was already busying herself over at the bar, fixing
the dry martinis that she had been told Tim Cassidy drank. Her
legs felt weak as she stood with her back to him, divining that
his eyes were matter-of-factly taking in the swelling curves of
her buttocks while she stirred the frosty liquid in a tall crystal
pitcher.
"S ... Sylvie?" she stammered. She wanted to blurt out the
whole truth, to tell this decent dedicated man exactly what his
wife had been up to, but she felt that she really couldn't do
that. "Yes ... she came in about an hour ago ... and Erick, too!"
she added, hoping that Tim might guess by her voice that something
was wrong ... that his wife had indeed been out doing the most
depraved things with his very own younger brother! But Tim seemed
to notice nothing. His blonde head lay back on the chair and he
stared up at the large chandelier that hung from the high ceiling
above him.
"Yes ... they went to the club, I suppose ... Wish I'd had a
chance to go myself." He was thinking about the meeting that he
had been to and about the things he had to promise. He was a
little disgusted with himself about giving in to Grady like that,
but he needed the votes that the older politician controlled.
Politics made strange bedfellows all right, he mused, but he never
thought he'd end up kissing Grady's ass.
As Arlene approached with the drink, she'd made one for
herself, too, Tim automatically stretched out his hand for it. He
didn't bother to look at the comely new addition to his household,
but his mind was already at work on what reasons she might have
for being in the living room in the dark, all by herself in the
middle of the night.
He had learned from both Ron and Erick, as well as his wife,
that the 26 year old brunette was not only working out extremely
well, but that she gave every promise of being excellent at her
job as liaison between Sylvie and the large household. Tim was
always glad when things were going smoothly, and he sipped his
martini thoughtfully, trying to blot out old Grady's face from his
memory.
"What's the matter with this drink?" he suddenly asked,
opening his eyes and looking directly across at Arlene. She sat
poised on the sofa across from him taking in every handsome detail
of Tim Cassidy's face. His strong, aquiline nose, his thin yet
sensuous lips, the firm chin. Now she nearly jumped out of her
skin as suddenly his imperious blue eyes were focused directly
upon her and nowhere else.
"I ... I don't know ... perhaps I did something wrong ..."
she stammered, rushing to take his glass from him. "I'll make it
over!" she offered.
"I'll bet you didn't use the Beefeaters," Tim said, his lips
suddenly breaking into a smile. "Forget it ... might as well go
along with what the peasants drink ..." he laughed easily, waving
her back to her seat.
Arlene saw nothing wrong with the taste of the martini, but
she was not very accustomed to drinking, and knew that she was no
real judge. She had not even noticed what brand of gin she'd used
for the drinks, having only made certain that the bottle said Gin.
Now, she made a mental note that she must always ask the brand
before making any future drinks for anyone.
"I'm so sorry ..." she apologized. Tim was looking at her
with frank curiosity, and she blushed as she saw that his mind had
obviously left the subject of the martinis some time ago.
"My wife is very happy that you are here," he said, still
looking at her steadily.
Arlene felt a rush of anger. If only he knew! She ached
inside so, she wanted to tell him so very badly it was difficult
for her to contain herself. If she were Tim's wife she knew that
she would never so much as look at another man!
"I'm glad to be here ... she answered. "I really ... like
being here. Helping out!"
"Yes," Tim replied, "one thing I'll say for us Cassidy's, we
need a lot of help. We also get the best, always!"
Arlene was not sure whether or not that was intended as a
compliment for her. She decided that she would just smile. She
couldn't help thinking that one day Tim Cassidy was going to be
Senator, and then, more than likely, he would be President of the
United States. The thought was staggering. Nevertheless, the
martini was giving her a pleasant glow that made her feel more
comfortable, and much more confident than before. After all, she
had every right to be there chatting with him. She was now an
integral part of his household, and she reminded herself, she must
do for him what his uncaring wife neglected to do!
She thought resentfully of Sylvie upstairs in bed, not even
knowing that her husband had come home, probably thinking over her
excitement of that evening with young Erick Cassidy! With a start
Arlene noticed that Tim's glass was empty.
"I'll make this one with Beefeaters," she declared, taking it
from him. Tim did not protest, but this time she was sure he was
watching her. She turned around to see, and his eyes met hers in
a knowing exchange.
"Making yourself one, too?" he inquired. Tim recognized the
coquetry behind his wife's cousin's actions now. It reminded him
of something and he was trying to think of what.
"I guess so ..." Arlene replied, feeling a little spark of
desire germinating in her belly. His eyes ... so blue ... so full
of ... she knew not what. She only knew that Tim Cassidy was the
most exciting man she had ever been in the same room with.
"Better be careful," Tim cautioned in a joking manner,
"alcohol does strange things to little girls!"
Arlene flushed angrily. Turning, she said, levelly, "I am
not a little girl, Tim ... you should be able to see that much.
And you'd better watch out or Women's Lib is going to get you!"
"Oh, yes, Women's Lib ..." Tim said. "Are you one of those?"
he asked. "You must fill me in ... most of the advisors are males
as you know, and I can't afford to make a fatal slip. I presume
that you've forgiven me by now for calling you a little girl?"
Arlene handed him his new drink and he sipped from it
reflectively, watching Arlene as she sat down again across from
him.
"Of course," Arlene replied. She would forgive him anything,
she thought impetuously. "And, I'll be glad to tell you
everything that I know."
"Tell me about you, then!" Tim said. He knew now what she
reminded him of ... his own wife, Sylvie the night before.
"Christ," he thought, "Women's Lib or not, when a woman wants
fucking you can tell it a mile away!"
As Arlene began to talk, at first hesitantly, then easily,
Tim mulled over in his mind whether or not he ought to. He needed
some sleep, but then again he needed a little fun, too. Sylvie
would be sound asleep by now anyway, and he had a feeling that
Arlene was just hot-blooded enough to blot out the ugliness of old
Grady's deal in his mind for that night at least. Tomorrow he
would feel better about the whole thing, but tonight, he was still
the honest dedicated D.A. Just one time wouldn't hurt anything he
finally decided, watching Arlene's full, red lips as she spoke.
Maybe twice, and that would be the end of it.
"Why don't we go out on the terrace," he said, his mind made
up. "Bring your drink, we'll look at the stars." Tim knew that
they were in little danger of being surprised or even overheard
out on the enclosed terrace. The glass doors would be closed over
the screens for the night, and up above through the clear skylight
they would be able to see the stars the sky had to offer.
Already Tim's cock was thickening as he walked along beside
the well proportioned girl who was his wife's cousin. Casually,
he slipped his arm around her waist. There was little need for
words, he felt. He knew what she was doing there, and he would
make sure she got what she wanted.
"I can tell you're no little girl," he whispered to her as
they stepped onto the terrace.
Arlene felt his breath hot near her ear, and throughout her
martini soaked system, she felt a rush of emotion that seemed to
block out all thought. She could see him closing the door to the
house, and she stood uncertainly looking around her at the sparse
furnishings of the terrace. Tim was back then, and he led her to
an old deck sofa, that was wicker on the bottom and some sort of
cool waterproof fabric on top. She suddenly felt confused and
embarrassed and somehow everything was very difficult. She
realized what was happening, and that in truth, it was she herself
that had maneuvered it. Tim sat next to her, his piercing eyes
looking at her with rapt attention. She felt a great tension
between them, and she wanted to hurriedly back out of it ... to
tell him that it was all a dreadful mistake. But it wasn't. A
strange magnetic current was drawing her to this man who had
married her own young cousin. Why she and Sylvie had been brought
up like sisters, and now here she was with Sylvie's husband! No
matter what Sylvie herself did, that was no excuse ... Arlene
thought with rising panic. But when Tim leaned over to kiss her,
she found that she did not resist, but welcomed his hard warm lips
against hers. Her body suddenly let her know that it was sex-
starved, and it responded to him immediately. He held her gently
in his arms and she felt limp and submissive, sensing that no
matter what he wanted, she would agree.
Tim kissed her steadily and passionately for a long time,
stopping only every now and then to catch his breath, and then his
tongue would be back in Arlene's mouth, reaching back toward her
throat, pushing in an imitation of intercourse, his tongue a giant
penis, her mouth a yearning wet cunt. At first, he restricted his
advances to the long sensual kissing, but then meeting no
resistance, he began to explore her body slowly, carefully. Her
emerald hostess gown was parted down the front, and her bare
breasts beneath were exposed to the dark terrace air. He ran his
tongue down between them, deep into the slit that was cushioned by
the swelling globes of her pale flesh. Arlene felt herself
melting, her body aflame with desire, her mind reaching out toward
him. What she was feeling was more than an ordinary desire, it
was magic ... it was special.
"Take the rest off!" he growled, his voice husky with lust.
The words pierced Arlene like an arrow, releasing her completely
from any thoughts of protest. Willingly, she stood and the
material of her gown fell slowly to the ground. She stepped,
completely naked from it, her body gleaming in the dark; for one
brief moment she knew he was looking at her assessing her
nakedness, and then he clasped her waist pulling her around so
that her round firm buttocks were pulling against his loins. He
was silent for a moment, and then he sat back down on the couch,
pulling her along with him. She sat on his lap, facing the glass
door that led down to the gardens. His hands slipped around to
feel her nakedly quivering nipples and beneath her buttocks she
felt the thrusting throb of his hard cock beneath his pants. The
texture of his clothing, his shirt and his pants impressed itself
upon her naked body and Arlene found herself wishing that she
could feel him naked against her. But his hands continued to
create the thrilling shivers up and down from her breasts to her
belly, and then he was fumbling with one of them down between her
buttocks. She felt a slight shock as the metal of his zipper
touched her skin for a second, and then the hot rubbery head of
his cock was pressing between the moon circle of her buttocks.
"OOOH!" she gasped. "OH TIM!!"
"SHHHH ..." he said, "just let me do it ... next time we'll
do what you want!"
Consumed by lust and already looking forward to a next time,
Arlene felt herself being lifted up by Tim's hands around her
waist and then his hard cock was rubbing salaciously against the
wet lips of her pussy as he set her back down on it.
"OH OH OH!" she gasped in surprise.
But Tim lifted up again just slightly so that the small
aperture of her dark haired fringed cunt was throbbing right at
the tip of his desire-hardened cock.
"You'll like it, Arlene, I promise you that!" he groaned,
already thrusting the circumference of his thick cock head upward
between the silken hairs of her vagina, its warmth already seemed
to penetrate there as it poised like an apple stuck up between her
trembling thighs.
"MMMMMMmmmm you feel nice and tight!" Tim said.
"AAAAAOOOOOH!" Arlene had never expected to find herself in
this unusual position, not even facing her secret lover, as she
sat looking away from him, her pale white buttocks spread above
the thrusting rod of his cock.
She moaned to herself, the audacity of her own daring
beginning to seem unbelievable now that she was about to be
impaled by Tim Cassidy's surging penis.
"Spread your legs a little more," he whispered to her,
positioning his hard cock so that it would enter easily, and then
he began to push upward, straining into her tight little pussy.
"AAAAAHHHHHGHGHH!" she cried out as the big head pushed into
the softly parting folds of her pussy. "Ooooooh!" The thick
shaft jabbed upward, worming into her now seeping widespread
vagina until it slipped between the nakedly throbbing membranes of
her wet cunt. Tim paused, and seemed to catch his breath and
then, holding his wife's cousin by the waist, he rammed her hips
down onto his loins, impaling her swiftly upon his rigid cock.
Arlene jerked convulsively as the length of it raced into her
belly. It was a burgeoning uncontrollable object filling her
every crevice, penetrating her so deeply that she felt she could
not breathe or move. She felt as though its burning pleasure were
ripping her soul and devouring it in great morsels of depraved
sensuality.
"OH GOD OH GOD!" she cried out. She had never before been so
filled up in her whole life, and his cock lay sunk deep up in her
belly filling every part of her insides. She palpitated nakedly
upon his lap, aware of the ludicrous image she must present, but
unable to ignore the intense emotion that was inundating her. Tim
grunted, lustfully behind her, and then neither of them made a
sound for a moment. Outside a cricket chirped in the grass, and
upstairs the other members of the household slept, unaware of Tim
and Arlene's lustful coupling. Then suddenly Tim flexed the head
of his cock where it lay deeply ensconced in the uppermost regions
of Arlene's tightly clenched pussy. He brought a deep groan from
her lips as he flexed again ... another groan ... and again, until
her hot inner passage began to throb with desire. He began a slow
revolving motion with his loins, grinding his thickened cock
tightly up into her naked cunt, expanding the still clasping walls
of h e r vagina until it clasped around his lust-hardened penis
like a smoothly gripping vine.
Arlene began to react as the thought of her total surrender
to this exciting man sent chills running along the base of her
spine. She felt him beginning a slow rhythm, skewering wetly up
into her as above him, her entire body twitched and writhed, her
large breasts bouncing freely before her. She grabbed onto his
wide spread legs for support clutching at the material of his
trousers as head thrown back she groaned incessantly. He brought
his lips forward to nibble at her neck, and to blow hotly into her
ear as she began to quiver in uncontrolled abandon upon his
thrusting lap. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered,
licking at her own full lips and small mewling sounds rushed and
rumbled from her throat.
Tim moved into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock
almost all the way out of her clasping wet cunt and then he pulled
down on her waist again sending his rock-hard penis shooting up
between her thighs, while her jiggling buttocks descended upon his
upper thighs.
Arlene rotated her hips upon the fleshy impaling member, her
vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating at her softly
creaming pussy. She was one with Titan Cassidy, they were merged
into one fleshy mass of sensation, drawn magically together by
their love-making! Her life would never be the same after this
moment, she knew, and she could feel her climax approaching at a
rapid pace. Tim tried to hold back as he felt her tiny
contracting muscles inside her pussy nibbling hungrily at the
inflated head of his cock. The swollen lips between her hair-
lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, and then slid moistly
down the full length of his cock as her soft pubic curls screwed
tightly down against the base. He could feel the ever-widening
passage of her helplessly aroused pussy flowering in greedy desire
as his up-thrusting penis plunged far inside her.
She began to gyrate on her own; her motion becoming faster by
the second, the tempo of her down thrusts upon his standing cock
becoming more and more urgent. Her teeth bit hard into her lower
lip as the juices of her milking pussy began to flow hard and wet
sucking sounds rose to the glassed roof of the terrace.
"NNNNNnnnnnnnghh! UUNNNNNNNGH!" she grunted, and behind her,
Tim groaned and quickened his stroke so that his big cock bore up
into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts
heaving and quivering upon her chest, the tiny naked nipples
thrusting forward into the night air, Arlene began to chant.
"OOOHHHH IIIIIMMMMMCUMMING!! OH GOD IIIMMMM CUMMING!!!!!"
Her body, shamelessly naked, began to vibrate out of control.
Great warm gushes of orgasmic fluid began to flood hot around
Tim's pistoning cock, drowning his impaling prick, and trickling
down the soft quivering sides of her thighs to spot his pants. He
felt her jerk upward several times, and then grind hard down upon
him as the lips of her climaxing cunt worked and sucked at his
bursting penis until he knew that he had to cum. Arlene's breath
came in short desperate gasps as he thrust deep again feeling his
own hot sperm shooting from the head of his tingling cock far into
Arlene's trembling belly.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" He lurched upward against her
cushioning buttocks. Their juices mingled and flowed together as
Arlene slumped back upon Tim's seated form. She felt a wet pool
of joy and passion inside her that she had never known could
exist. She had been fucked by Tim Cassidy! The lewd word echoed
in her brain, but there was no other word for it. She had been
truly fucked, and she loved every minute of it!
Chapter 6
Erick read the printed schedule groggily. His brother's
valet, Frank, doubled as his own when he stayed out at the country
house, and the older man woke him early, reminding him that the
entire family had to be up early that morning. Usually Erick made
his own time, but this time, he remembered that he was expected to
be on hand during the 2 day excursion to Cederton.
"I'll be down for breakfast in half an hour," he said to
Frank as he tried to focus his blood-shot eyes on the print in
front of him.
10:00 A.M. Grandville Airport.
Family Jet departs at 10:30
Arrive Cederton 12:30 Greetings and Speech at Airport, local
Cassidy Club in full turnout.
1:30 P.M. Luncheon at local party club, TC in meetings until
4:00 P.M.
Free Time until 6:00 P.M.
Meet with local Club leaders and dinner at Hotel.
Free to 9:00 P.M. TC speech and question and answer period
during rally at Cederton Hall.
"Ugh!" Erick groaned. That was only the first day, he didn't
bother to read the second sheet of paper. He hated going on these
tours with his brothers but he couldn't expect to get out of it
all the time. Ron was very conscious of what the public wanted,
and he knew that it wanted to see the whole family out there
working for Tim Cassidy. Much as he hated to admit it, Erick knew
that Ron was right. He would go along and smile and try to look
busy, and maybe he could find some kind of amusement for himself.
Then he remembered Sylvie and the entire blurry events of the
night before.
"Christ!" he exclaimed, as he headed for the shower, "and I
almost got it in, too ... just a few seconds more, and I would
have been in!"
He laughed to himself as the hot water poured over his lean
body, suddenly cheerful about the whole incident. He had little
Sylvie just where he wanted her, didn't he? The delicate taste of
her golden blonde cunt still lingered on his lips until he
showered it off, and he wondered why he'd let her get such a rise
out of him when she scrambled away from him and headed for that
side door.
"Must have been pretty looped myself," he mused, "to let a
little cunt like that shake me up so!"
As he descended to the dining room, Erick showed little signs
of the previous night's debauchery ... his drinking with Sylvie at
the Club and his angry solitary drinking in his room afterward.
He smiled brightly to the housekeeper, Margaret, and when he saw
the little maid, Ella, he patted her on the bottom affectionately.
"We'll do it again soon, honey!" he confided, watching her
blush deep red and hurry away from him.
Tim was already at the table, and Erick pulled up his chair
after a brief good morning. He knew that Tim did not like to be
disturbed so early with banal chatter. The oldest brother perused
his newspapers silently, munching on his fresh croissants and
drinking his steaming hot coffee.
Ron entered shortly thereafter, and sat down.
"Wher're the girls?" he asked. "I hope Arlene knows that
she's expected to go along on this trip!" he growled sitting down.
"And Sylvie'd better be ready on time!" Ron was rarely
pleasant in the mornings, but they were all used to it.
Tim looked up briefly from the New York Times. He recalled
that Sylvie had really seemed out of it that morning, but he
remembered that she was getting up as he came downstairs. But as
for Arlene, he had no idea if anyone had bothered to tell the
attractive brunette that she would be expected along on the trip
to Cederton. Momentarily, he let his mind dwell upon the way his
wife's dark-haired cousin had cooed and crooned when his cock
slipped higher and higher into her raging pussy. She really
wanted it bad! Tim surmised.
"That's your job, Ron ..." he suddenly blurted out. "If you
didn't tell Arlene she probably doesn't know unless Sylvie asked
her to come, and you can't be sure of that. Don't bother me with
those petty things! I'll have to start having breakfast in my
room if this keeps up!" Tim went back to his paper.
Justly chastised, Ron frowned and went upstairs to alert
Arlene. He had expected the newcomer to be up and about bright
and early the way she had been on her first day, and he made a
mental note to observe her to make sure she was not the type who
would let him down in the lurch.
* * *
Ella scurried up the back stairs holding the small tray in
her hands. She had been stunned to see the buzzer from Sylvie's
dressing-room ring, and to hear over the intercom that her
employer wanted to have coffee and toast and jam brought to her
room. Ella was used to the fact that her beautiful blonde
mistress seemed to have no use for her whatsoever. All that Ella
could do was to straighten up while Sylvie was away, making sure
that Sylvie's bath salts never ran out. It was an easy job for
her, and she had no complaints, even though it was clear that
Sylvie did not seem to be able to stand the sight of her.
Ella had no idea that she had been observed that day,
groaning and grinding her naked buttocks into the sand as she
received Erick Cassidy's thrusting hard cock deep in her half-
virgin pussy. Had she known, she would never have been able to
stay in the Cassidy's employ. It was shameful enough for her now
to have to live with the way she had behaved with the youngest
brother of the family. And she only prayed that he would stay
away from her, because she feared that a similar lapse might occur
again. Certainly, he was one of the devil's agents!
Sylvie watched as Ella set the tray down and began to pour
the hot coffee into a cup. She had been lying in bed with a boric
acid pack over her eyes trying to make the swelling go down. She
had precious little time before she would have to forget all the
horror that dwelled within her bones and go out and be a public
figure again.
She looked at the pretty teen-ager who acted as though she
expected to be screamed out of the room at any minute. She
suddenly felt sorry for the girl. As sorry as she felt for
herself.
"Ella!" she said, "that is your name, isn't it?"
Ella jumped and almost dropped the coffee pot. "Yes ... yes,
ma'm."
"Do you like Mr. Erick?" she inquired, not really certain
what she was going to say.
"I ... I ..." Ella stammered frightened to death. Did Mrs.
Cassidy know about that day at the beach?
"You must stay away from him, Ella, do you hear me?" Sylvie
said, her face contorted with emotion. "Even if you think you
don't want to ... You must be strong!"
"Y-yes ... ma'm!" Ella burst into tears and went running from
the room, her high heels clicking behind her.
* * *
It was 9:30 P.M. and Sylvie Cassidy sat on the large platform
in an uncomfortable folding chair. On either side of her sat her
two brothers-in-law, Ron and Erick, her cousin, Arlene, sat on the
other side of Erick and various other members of the party,
cohorts and their assistants, including the older woman who was
Tim's secretary sat in a long row across the stage. Sylvie
watched her husband's back as he stood before them at the
speaker's platform. She had long since stopped listening to his
words, but she looked toward him with the expression of adoration
that was expected of her. From time to time she would look out at
the audience, and although the lights were bright against her
eyes, she could catch a glimpse of a face here and there.
"We're all here on exhibition!" she thought, meanly.
"They've just come to stare at us!"
She was overtly aware of the presence of the man she hated
most in the world beside her. Her husband's younger brother had
been sarcastically polite with her all day when they found
themselves together. But she knew that he was only planning ways
to get even with her for running away the night before. She had
hoped to save some semblance of her honor by stopping the lewd
plunder of her loins, but now she was not so certain that she had
saved anything at all. The torrential orgasm that her brother-in-
law had wrenched from her tongue-dipped pussy still seemed to
resound in her belly, and she was in a constant state of arousal
that she could do nothing to stop.
She thought wildly of seeing a doctor, but she knew she would
be forced into going to the Cassidy family man, to whom she could
never confide her problems. Somewhere, somehow, she must seek
help, though, she thought as the audience began to applaud, or
else she would go crazy!
"Mother's coming tomorrow, you know ... flying in from
Grandville!" Erick whispered confidentially to her.
Sylvie jumped at the evil sound of Erick's voice so near her
ear. Thelma Cassidy! The very thought of it, that her dreadful
mother-in-law would be there the following day was enough to make
her want to break down and cry right then and there. She gave a
sudden gasp and Ron turned and looked at her sharply.
"What's the matter with you Sylvie? You look terrible. Get
a hold of yourself!"
Sylvie wanted to run into her husband's arms when at last he
had finished with the questions from the audience. But it was
impossible to reach him. Ron was already right next to him
telling him that he had done better than was expected with the
difficult questions about his position on Taiwan and he was elated
that he had been so knowledgeable about the Women's Liberation
movement. The others were crowding around and congratulating him
and he was being pulled away toward the door.
Sylvie followed, feeling lost and alone. When Arlene came up
beside her, Sylvie turned to her cousin. "Oh, Arlene," she said,
tearfully, "never, never marry a politician. Your husband is
never truly yours ... he belongs to those others ..." she gestured
up ahead toward the moving crowd, centered by Tim Cassidy.
Arlene, still thrilling to her sacred moments alone with Tim
on the terrace, growled back at Sylvie in a much nastier tone than
she had meant to use, "It's your fault, Sylvie ... Tim is a very
special man ... and frankly, you don't act like you deserve him!!"
Sylvie stood stock still as her cousin moved hurriedly away
from her, after the disappearing crowd. Her mouth hung open in
surprise at the bitterness of her cousin's attack, and then closed
when she realized that someone might be watching her.
Quickly, she headed toward the side door where she knew the
limousines were waiting. She took the last one in the line, and
ordered the startled driver to take her back to the hotel
immediately. As the car pulled away, Sylvie looked out the
window. She could see Tim and the others emerging from the
meeting hall via the back entrance. To her alarm, she saw that
there were two young college girls who worked for the organization
clinging to Tim's arms, and he was laughing his characteristic
laugh and smiling down at them.
Sylvie plunged back into the dark seat, her eyes overflowing
with tears and her blood seething with rage.
"I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she said out loud.
"Did you say something, Mrs. Cassidy?" the chauffeur
inquired, and Sylvie replied a terse, "no!" and pushed the button
that rolled up the glass panel between the driver's seat and the
passenger seat.
The hotel suite was opulent, but Sylvie found no pleasure in
the baroque furnishings or the thickly carpeted floors. She had
seen a thousand hotel rooms like these, and was due to see a
thousand more before her husband reached the White House, after he
won his seat in the Senate. How many more years would it all
take, and how old would she be when all the goals had been
reached. More important, how old would she feel?
Sylvie lay crying upon the large double bed that she was
certain would not be the scene of the intimacy she sought with her
husband. Heaven only knew when he would get back to the hotel
room, and by that time Sylvie thought she might have gone so far
as to do away with herself.
But suicide was not the answer, Sylvie knew that much as,
still sobbing, she peered into the large bathroom mirror. Even
her cousin, Arlene had turned on her, but still she would not
commit that final profanity.
The phone rang jolting her back to the other room. Her hopes
rose as she thought it might be Tim, wondering where she was and
hoping that she would join him. Perhaps something could be
salvaged of the mess she was in after all.
"Hi, Doll ... It's me, your gorgeous brother-in-law. Your
husband, the Senator, asked me to call. Wants to know where the
hell you are?"
"I ... I ..." Sylvie stammered.
"Well, I'll tell him you have a headache or something ...
obviously you're at the hotel. He won't be along for a while ...
there are a few people here ... a couple of girls ... some of the
prettier sort, and ..."
Sylvie threw the telephone down onto the receiver, only to
hear it ring again.
"You shouldn't ever hang up on a Cassidy, Sylvie," Erick's
voice droned. "You need something to soothe your nerves? Want me
to drop by??"
Sylvie suddenly screamed into the phone, "YES! YES!!! COME
BY ... COME RIGHT NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THE SHOW ... IT'LL
BE A GOOD SHOW I CAN PROMISE YOU THAT!!!" She hung up and ran
into the bathroom, where she began to fling off her clothing.
* * *
Tim and Ron were locked in conversation with their host, the
Mayor.
"Sylvie says she'll wait for you at the hotel Tim," Erick
declared.
"Okay, fine ..." Tim replied, "nothing for her to do here
anyway." He was a little annoyed that Arlene was still hanging
around, but said nothing since the young brunette sat in a corner
going over the coming schedules for the next few weeks, and did
nothing to bother him.
Tim turned to talk to the mayor, and Erick started to slip
out. "Hey, where you going?" Ron asked, standing and going over
to his younger brother.
Erick thought a second and then said to his brother, "Don't
bother Tim with this, but I think Sylvie is flipping at the hotel.
I'm hotfooting it over to see what's wrong."
"Why don't you send Arlene?" Ron asked, nodding toward the
seated woman who was looking at them curiously. He then thought
better of it, "No ... you'd better go ... I want to know all about
it, whatever it is we've got to get her straightened out in a
hurry, can't have her going around win a face a mile long,
screwing everything up!"
"Yeah ... that's what I thought," Erick replied, hurriedly
leaving the room.
Arlene looked up as the younger brother left, she began to
fume as she surmised that he was going to meet her cousin Sylvie
at the hotel!
* * *
An angry and totally deranged Sylvie flung the door open as
Erick knocked. Shocked by her appearance, Erick hesitated at
first at the door, but Sylvie motioned him in dramatically.
"COME ON IN CASSIDY ... DON'T MISS THE SHOW!"
Erick would have had difficulty recognizing Sylvie had he not
known for a fact that the woman facing him was his brother's wife.
She had done something dreadful to her hair that made it stand up
in teased puffs around her head, and the powder rouge and lipstick
on her face seemed to be an inch thick at least. She wore long
false eyelashes that made her look like a female impersonator, and
it was clear that she had tried to make herself appear as cheap
and tawdry as possible.
She wore a flowing pink negligee which might have appeared
tastefully pink under ordinary circumstances, but which only
looked as cheap and garish as the make-up she had applied.
She motioned Erick to a chair, and began to "perform" for
him, her lips curling sarcastically as she began to mouth the ugly
phrases that her distraught mind conjured up.
Erick flicked the "on" button of the small, expensive
recording machine he held in his pocket.
"NOW YOU BASTARD ... YOU WANTED IT ... AND HERE IT IS!"
Lewdly, Sylvie began to do bumps and grinds around the room, and
from the way her filmy negligee separated as she moved, Erick
could see that his disturbed sister-in-law was completely naked
underneath. The creamy smoothness of her legs appeared and
disappeared as she slid and whirled, shook her hips and jiggled
her breasts to an imaginary tune in her head.
"I ... want a girl ... ju ... like ... the ... girl ... that
... married dear old DAD!" she chanted, moving ever closer to her
husband's brother. The normally sedate and cool young woman, so
renowned for her poise in almost any situation, had finally let
loose. And even though there weren't too many logical thoughts in
Sylvie's head, she knew that this was something that she'd been
wanting to do for a long time. An elation took hold of her as her
acts grew more and more outrageous. She beamed proudly, her eyes
glittering, watching the man who had been her tormentor as he sat
staring at her antics.
With lewd, provocative motions, she reached under her gown,
pulling the top clasp apart and baring her magnificently proud and
full rippled breasts. Holding one in each hand, she shimmied her
hips so that the blonde triangle of her willingly exposed cunt
beckoned obscenely to the young man sitting in the chair.
Having gotten over his initial astonishment, Erick began to
smile in an amused manner. He lifted his hands and clapped them
together in applause.
"If you've wanted to make yourself look like a whore, you've
succeeded. Although I must admit that even whores look quite
different these days."
His insults passed over Sylvie's head as she slowly slipped
out of her negligee. "What do you think of this?" she cooed,
grinning in lewd invitation, pushing her curvy little buttocks out
provocatively and mincing around his chair in a wide circle. She
kept both hands on her sleek and well proportioned hips, and threw
her head back as she walked, her hips swaying enticingly.
"Very good ..." Erick applauded some more. He was beginning
to get truly excited by Sylvie's outrageous performance. The fact
that he was responsible for this beautiful woman's turning herself
into a parody of a burlesque dancer, was keenly appreciated by his
more perverse nature.
"Very good, indeed!" he cried.
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" Sylvie declared, pushed toward
the extremes of her jangling nerves. She advanced toward him
cupping her breasts, letting the ripe ivory toned roundness of
them nestle in her palms, thrusting out the large rosy nipples
jubilantly.
Defiantly, she spread her long sensuous legs right in front
of him, and watched with satisfaction as her husband's brother's
eyes were glued to her fingers as she spread the puffy golden-
haired lips of her pussy, and revealed the glistening inner
pearlesence of her gleaming cunt.
Erick couldn't keep his eyes off it. Although he had known
its slippery interior intimately only the night before, it still
contained a mystery and a lure that he could not resist. HIS
BROTHER'S WIFE!
He reached forward for her, clasping her around the buttocks
and pulling her lewdly presented pussy to his face. He burrowed
his lips in the wet inner split, growling passionately as he
realized that his dream was going to come true in a few moments.
He was going to fuck his brother Tim's wife!
Sylvie's unnatural bravado snapped as soon as Erick's hands
were upon her however, and she began to scream, "Stop! Stop!!"
But Erick held her tight, his hands hot and rough, and
although she clawed out in a nightmarish fury, kicking and biting
at him, he was too determined and too strong for her. It only
took him a few moments to subdue her, holding her down on the
thick carpet, keeping her arms pinned to her naked sides. He knelt
over her and looked triumphantly.
Smirking devilishly, one hand rose up and began to massage
her right breast. Sylvie wriggled and screamed, "NO, NO, NO!"
"Got nice tits!" Erick whispered, fondling harder, searching
for the nipple. Finding it, he pinched hard until it grew rigid
beneath his fingers. His other hand was moving down and just as
Sylvie was trying to get her knee up to get him in the groin, his
hand slipped up into the fully spread, unprotected slit of her
pussy.
Sylvie's head fell backward as she was stunned by the searing
contact. She tried to resist the blinding flash of lust that
sprang up within her, but it was impossible. Too much had already
been set in motion. Then all the rest was like a slow motion
dream. It was happening to another person ... another woman
completely ... certainly not Sylvie Cassidy. Sylvie could watch
that other woman, that passionate, lewd creature who had lured
Erick on. She could look on from a great distance as the woman
did and said things that she herself would never do. Her thighs
and belly were afire and all the excitement that she had been
yearning for with her husband was there. When Erick freed his
imperiously erect cock with hurried impatience, he guided it
straight toward the pink defenseless lips of her vagina, heading
him toward the already wet and open spot that was ready to be
fully penetrated.
"OOOOOOOOoooohhhhhhhhHHHHH!! ERICK!! ERICK!!" she cried
out, a long wail of delight escaped from her brightly painted lips
as Sylvie lay back trembling beneath her brother-in-law's
thrusting prick. It felt so good that she was afraid to move.
How long had it been since she had felt a man's cock inside her
... promising her fulfillment, a man fucking her ... wanting her
... GIVING IT TO HER!
God, she needed it ... needed it even more than she had
known! She strained up against him, nakedly grinding against his
clothing, wanting him deeper inside her yearning moist cunt.
"FUCK DEEPER FUCK DEEPER DEEPER!" she cried, clutching up at
him and drawing him down closer to her full breasts, pushing
against the harsh fabric of his clothes as Erick grabbed the
wavering cheeks of Sylvie's buttocks and drove into her stallion-
like his hardness striking far into the gaping wetness of her
willingly wide-spread pussy.
"OH GOD!" she moaned, "OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" These were the
only words that counted now. All of Mrs. Tim Cassidy's
obligations were gone now, blissfully shattered, smashed by the
fucking cock in her womb ... all thoughts of her strangely silent
husband, of his possible infidelities ... all the peering, prying
newspapers... all had disappeared. Sylvie splayed her legs out as
wide as she could and allowed the thick blood filled cock of her
husband's baby brother to smash and plunder her aching, lust-
filled cunt into a blissful state of ecstasy.
"IT'S GOOD IT'S GOOD IT'S GOOD!!" she cried out, receiving
the brutal force of him in a state of raw, unadulterated lust.
With wanton abandon she began her orgasm,
"SSSSSSSNNNNNNNAAAAAAARRRREEEE!" letting it strike her incredibly
hard in a crashing, sharply spiraling tornado that spun her in all
directions at once. She knew it would be followed by another and
then another until all of her lust was milked from her hotly
streaming pussy!
When Sylvie lay in a crumpled mass of quivering spent flesh
beneath him, Erick knelt over her panting triumphantly.
"I fucked the living shit out of her!" he thought to himself
excitedly. She had toyed around with him long enough and finally
he had gotten to throw it to her. He went over her past
impertinences with delight, looking at her pale face as she lay on
the floor in a semi-swoon beneath him. The only thing that
bothered him was the thought that he might have given her too much
pleasure! His wetly, glistening cock began to rise from its
drooping state as a thought occurred to him. She wouldn't get
away so easy after all! He'd make sure she really remembered
their night together, just in case he never got a chance at his
brother's wife again!
"KNEEL UP!" he shouted briskly. There wasn't all that much
time. He could count on Tim being gone at least another hour
probably but no more.
Sylvie slowly emerged from the never-never land in which she
had been floating, there she was queen of all she surveyed, a
heavenly drifting creature who needed no food or water to survive,
only love. The harsh sound of Erick's voice brought her slowly
back to a reality she did not want to face, and when finally she
opened her eyes to his rough shaking, she closed them again right
away. It was as though someone had tossed cold water on her. She
was the old Sylvie, not the person who had so enjoyed her brother-
in-law's hard, lewd caresses. Her mind began to hum with the
horrid realization that he wanted something more from her,
something other than what she had already done.
"Oh god help me!" she thought, "perhaps if I go along with
him he'll leave ... it will all be over sooner!" She needed time
to think ... How could she have gone off the deep end so
completely. Was her mind going? Shamefully the memory of her
obscene behavior earlier in the evening came back to haunt her.
Down between her legs she felt achey and abused, whatever pleasure
she had been feeling at the time seemed erased. She felt herself
being bodily lifted from the rug, and she blushed for her
nakedness, for her thick ugly make-up, for everything she had
done. When she was positioned away from hen, on her knees, she
looked across at the exquisite furnishings of the hotel room and
winced that such acts of incestuous proportions were taking place
in such refined surroundings.
Behind her, Erick peered down at her tanned wide-spread
buttocks, deciding that he would truly humiliate Sylvie this time.
"NOW SPREAD THOSE LEGS WIDER!" he commanded. He had gotten
naked behind her, the better to enjoy himself, and his thick
pulsing cock stood out forward from his loins, its heavily veined
shaft pointing at the split between Sylvie's unsuspecting buttock
cheeks. Leaning over, hollowly and deliberately parted the cheeks
of her rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He
heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, pushed
his index finger forward. Sylvie's long tapered legs were spread
so far apart that she could feel the pull of her tendons where her
thighs joined the area of her used pussy. Suddenly, she felt a
sharp pain in her rectum and she realized with alarm that Erick
was working his finger into her back there. His finger was thick
and with a sudden sinking feeling, Sylvie knew that her husband's
brother was going to try to push it all the way in. She tried to
wriggle away from him as his finger began to turn in the deep
rubbery channel of her anus, sliding steadily inward and then
pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions that
made her bellow out with pain.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHH!" The pain was horrible, and even
worse than that, the idea of what he was doing to her! No one had
ever touched her back there, and it felt decidedly hideous and
abnormal.
"PLEE ... PLEASE ... Haven't you done enough!!" she begged,
but as an answer to her pleas, Erick decided to try to force
another finger in beside the first, and placing the second thick
digit to the entrance of her roundly stretched rectum, he let it
worm its way in beside the other, watching gleefully as Sylvie
jiggled and squirmed, trying to cringe away. But Erick pulled her
buttocks back, making her remain in the humiliating lewd kneeling
position that made her rear passage wide-open to his obscene
attentions.
"YOU LITTLE CUNT!" he cursed, "I'm gonna fuck that tight
little high-and-mighty ass of yours, the one you've been shaking
at my cock for so long!"
Sylvie's face reddened, "OH WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE!"
she thought "WHAT THIS AWFUL MOMENT HAVE TO DO WITH SYLVIE
CASSIDY!!" She was being punished for every lewd desire her body
had known! If only she had been chaste and faithful to her
husband! It occurred to her dazed mind that her cousin Arlene was
probably right ... a wife's place is beside her husband no matter
what ... she had been seriously remiss ... despite the pressures
of her life ... the perfection that was expected of her ... living
not with a man at all, but with a figure-head! But she should
have tried harder ... should never have broken under the strain!
Tears ran down her cheeks and her long blonde hair fell forward in
her eyes. Its teased locks, like cotton candy made her shudder as
she tried to support herself on her elbows. The pain in her
rectum was fierce, and she began to pitch forward propelled by
Erick's drubbing fingers.
"OH ERICK I CAN'T STAND IT ... YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!!"
But she knew that he was deliberately trying to hurt her as much
as possible and the thought suddenly terrified her.
"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she screamed as his fingers
shoved sharply and suddenly forward.
"Oh Lord let it be over soon, please!!" she mumbled, "let it
be over!!"
She felt his hard stomach pressing up against her buttocks,
and the thick warm shaft of his cock touching her back there and
then his fingers were sliding out abruptly with a small plopping
sound that signified that her stretched rectal passage was treated
to a relief she could not help sighing over. But then with a
dread certainty of what was about to happen, Sylvie felt the
hardness of Erick's cock running up and down the thin moist slit
that stretched from the soft open lips of her well-fucked pussy to
the base of her spine. Erick let his hands roam teasingly all
over her legs, her hips, her belly, and everywhere that he
touched, Sylvie felt her skin cringing away from him. She
whimpered softly, wondering seriously if she had died and gone to
hell. Then Erick's fingers slipped into the warm hair-fringed
lips between her thighs, the obscenely wriggling fingers slid
wetly upward into the thoroughly moistened slit of her pussy.
"HEY YOU'RE ALL WET ... NOW I KNOW YOU WANT IT!!" he
exclaimed jubilantly, "but want it or not, here it comes!!"
"NO NO NO ... I DON'T ... I DON'T!!" Sylvie declared, but
Erick's desire-hardened cock rose angrily against the tiny opening
of his blonde sister-in-law's anus, and he let its thickened girth
spread the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks wide to admit him.
Sadistically, he began to rock and push against her, working
forward all the time, again pulling her helpless kneeling body
back toward him so that eventually the smooth rubbery tip of his
cock entered with a small sound into the tightly clenching
elasticity of the young blonde politician's wife's resisting anal
passage.
"By the way, Sylvie," Erick grunted evilly, "all that stuff I
told you about Tim and that girl, I just made it up!!"
"AAAAaaaaaaaarrghghghgh!!!" Sylvie twisted desperately,
trying her best to get away from the red hot searing pain in her
rectum. Erick's cock was sinking further and further into the
tight dark virgin passage of her anus and to the physical pain was
added a dreadful shameful pain of humiliation that hurt even more.
What had she ever done in her to deserve this, she wondered,
as weak and debilitated she tried to hold up under the terrible
scourging thing in her bowels. She could feel her husband's
brother beginning to warm to his task as the young lawyer began to
moan out his lust behind her. The hot touch of his hands on her
hanging breasts sickened her as slowly he began to knead the
trembling naked flesh with a harsh steady motion.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHH it hurts terribly!!" she cried. "NO ONE HAS
EVERRRRRRHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAGHGHGHHH!"
"Fuck back!" he ordered, tersely. He had never felt anything
quite like Sylvie Cassidy's straining tormented rectum squeezing
all around his cock, and a wide lascivious grin spread across his
face. "Fuck back! There's more room in there!" he cried.
"OH GOD IT'S TOO BIG ... IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!"
She gasped for breath as the surging pole of flesh dug its
way deeper and deeper into her virgin rectum. Sylvie groaned as
Erick's loins smacked nakedly against the softness of her
trembling wide-held buttock cheeks. She heard him emit a harsh
whine of passion as she tried to obey his commands and began to
push hard. If he only would cum, it would an be over, she
realized and the thought was like a shining ray of hope in her
pain dazzled brain. With a gratified groan, Erick began to saw
rhythmically deep into the soft confines of Sylvie's helplessly
exposed anus. Gasping for air himself, he saw the end coming
soon, and began spearing savagely and shudderingly without the
slightest mercy deep into the softness of her palpitating back
passage. Beneath him he could feel her entire body quaking, and
as his hands slipped once more into the golden triangle of her
hair-fringed cunt, he felt her whole body give a lurch, and she
was moving against him in a new way. The sound she was making was
different, too, as though through the pain she was getting
something else, and frantically Erick began to slither deeper and
deeper inside her tortured rectum tantalizingly, more than he
thought it ever possible to go. His fingers plied the delicate
ragged edges of Sylvie's seeping cunt, and he watched mesmerized
as the reddish skin of her little round rectum drew back with his
cock each time he withdrew. His balls ached and tingled as he
smacked loudly up against bus sister-in-law's buttocks and his
cock felt like it was bursting with tiny sparks of hot intense
pleasure as Sylvie began to moan and undulate her buttocks back
against him.
By degrees the pain lessened and the stimulation of Erick's
fingers at her already inundated pussy began to wring from her a
crazy new kind of pleasure that made her bare her teeth and wag
her head from side to side. Her own brother-in-law was sodomizing
her! The very thought sent a huge ripple of perverse pleasure
throughout Sylvie's trembling body, bringing back a bit of that
feeling of rebellion that she had felt before. She tried to
reason against it, but now each time Erick's thrust of his swollen
surging prick shoved brutally forward, she would squirm back onto
the pain of his cock until she was soon through the pain and into
an all pervading masochistic ecstasy. The pain had become
pleasure by some mysterious transformation, the humiliation had
become joy and even triumph.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH ... OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Sylvie began to moan,
half in pain, half in pleasure. Erick pulled her far, far back
onto his thrusting cock, now swollen beyond anything he had ever
experienced before. It felt like a rock rising high inside
Sylvie's stretched rectum.
"OH ... OH ... OH BABY!! BABY ... SONNY'S GONNA CUM ...
SONNY'S GONNA CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" In his ecstasy, he used the
old family expression for him, the baby of them all, and letting
his head fall back he roared out, "IIIIIIIIIIIII ... IIIIIIIIIII
... FUCK BACK FUCK BACK FUCK FUCK ... SONNY'S CUMMMMMMMING!!!!"
And beneath his back breaking thrusts, Sylvie felt the first
splashing torrents of her brother-in-law's hot white semen
spluttering into the depths of her heretofore untouched anus, its
warmth surging through her naked abused body like a volcanic
eruption. The never before felt sensation sparked off her own
climax, and once more that night she screamed as a great rush of
pleasure ripped through her.
"OOOOOHHHHH NNNNN00000!" The hot thick sperm ran down the
crevice of her wide split buttocks to the slit of her nakedly
quivering pussy where it met her own fluid and the two mingled
warmly as they seeped down her legs and onto the carpet beneath
the sweat-glistening panting bodies of brother and sister-in-law.
"WHAT A LAY!!" Erick muttered as he fell across Sylvie's
spent nakedness, congratulating himself on his own enterprising
planning.
Chapter 7
Thelma Cassidy smiled for the photographers and kissed her
son affectionately. She was secretly pleased that her daughter-
in-law Sylvie was not present for the photographs, even though she
had told the family that she was deeply insulted that Sylvie
couldn't even get out of bed to see her.
"Cassidys don't get sick!" she told Tim, sternly, when he
tried to explain his wife's sudden illness to her. "At least not
when they're campaigning, they don't!!" she added.
Arlene stood nearby and thought she could not agree more.
How Sylvie could stay away on this important day was more than she
could fathom. They would be leaving Cederton that night, and the
bulk of campaigning was being done during the day. Thelma Cassidy
had flown in with her own entourage, looking fit and hearty for a
woman of her years, and the crowds gathered wherever they went,
anxious to see all of the famous family together. Only Sylvie was
absent, locked in the hotel room, complaining of fever and chills
and producing thermometers to prove it.
By night time the entire group was exhausted, and when it
came time to go to the airport, Tim and his mother waited in a
limousine outside the hotel for his wife to come down.
Arlene had made sure that everything was packed and had
helped Sylvie get ready.
As she watched Sylvie getting uncertainly to her feet, Arlene
had to admit that her cousin did look sick. But not feeling very
charitable toward her idol's wife and remembering the young
senatorial candidate's stiff hard cock rising in her trembling
cunt, scowled at Sylvie and inquired, "Such a sudden illness ...
what did you do last night to bring it on?"
Sylvie remained silent and tight-lipped. What on earth had
ever made her think that she and Arlene were as close as sisters?
Obviously there was no one in the entire world she could depend on
... not even herself! She wondered vaguely if Arlene suspected
that Erick had come to visit her, but then brushed it aside. No
one would ever suspect the depths of degradation she had been
dragged through by her evil brother-in-law!
"Probably screwing too much!" Arlene thought to herself
bitterly, imagining herself as the chaste and efficient wife of
Tim Cassidy. How much more suited for the job she was than her
younger cousin! The comparison was almost embarrassing. Poor
Tim, if only he knew. But once more, she reminded herself that
she couldn't possibly do such a thing as tell Tim what she knew
about Sylvie. She would have to suffer in silence while Tim went
along believing his wife Sylvie to be a faithful and obedient
wife!
"Well, let's go!" she said briskly. "You know if you'd
travel with your maid, you wouldn't need me to do so many of these
things for you!"
"Perhaps I don't need you to do anything for me!" Sylvie
suddenly snapped back. Just how much abuse was she supposed to
take from her cousin? She had brought her there to help her when
she needed her most but the older girl's presence thus far had
only served to aggravate things. She gathered herself up and
walked straight and tall in front of the startled brunette. She
began to call upon deep wells of courage inside her as she reached
the elevator and knew that within moments she would be facing her
eagle-eyed mother-in-law. She pushed Arlene to the back of her
mind, she would have to deal with her later. Right now she needed
all the strength she could muster.
Arlene followed in stunned silence and saw Sylvie into the
limousine. Then she went to the next waiting car and got in
beside the two brothers, Ron and Erick. She saw Erick put
something away in his pocket as she got in beside the two
brothers, and she wondered what it was. Obviously, the two
brothers were talking about something that they did not want her
to hear, for there was sudden silence as she got in.
"Sylvie any better?" Ron asked.
"Seemed much better," Arlene replied. "I think she'll be
fine after another day's rest."
"She's got that speech at the Woman's Club in Grandville,"
Ron muttered darkly. "She'd feel better by day after tomorrow!"
In the front car, Thelma Cassidy turned toward Sylvie as they
started off to the waiting airport and the two waiting private
planes.
"Tim tells me this illness came on suddenly last night! You
poor dear! Don't trust these hick doctors. When you get back to
Grandville, I'm sending Dr. Darling right over to you. He'll fix
you up!"
"Right, Tim?" Thelma gave her handsome blonde son's hand a
squeeze. Tim was looking out the window, thinking of how it would
feel to pass these same bleak streets not as Tim Cassidy, D.A. of
Grandville, but Senator Tim Cassidy.
"Tim needs you to be well for him, Sylvie," Thelma went on.
"Remember ... we Cassidys have a tradition to uphold. We are
before the public eye, and the public is very demanding.
Nevertheless, we will show our breeding and our backbone!
Sylvie set her teeth. "Yes, Mother Cassidy," she replied.
"Yes, I know, Mother Cassidy." Back between her sore buttocks she
still felt a horrible pain, a terrible memory of her evening with
her husband's brother. The lips of her vagina were sore and raw,
and so far the ointments she had applied had not helped at all.
She ached all over. It had not been hard to fake the
thermometers, and when the doctor had found her temperature
normal, he'd declared that these things come and go rapidly. "Had
three cases of this flu already this week, the only thing for it
really is bed and rest. But I'll give you a shot, and you can get
this prescription filled. Take the pills every four hours. I
must say I've never seen such a famous patient. My little girls
will be thrilled!"
"Take care of my boy, now Sylvie ... I'm sending that
darling, Dr. Darling right over ... he'll give you some of those
special shots he gives me, and you'll be fit as a fiddle. Make
sure that Tim gets some rest now. He looks tired, and oh, yes,
I'll see you for certain before the big dinner at the governor's
mansion." Thelma Cassidy headed away from them on the air-strip
toward her own plane and her waiting entourage. She waved gaily
to them after kissing them both goodbye, and paused to kiss her
other two boys, Ron and Erick, who stood nearby. Her veils blew
in the strong wind, and her still shapely legs moved briskly away
from them. They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and then
they moved toward the ramp of the airplane that would carry them
home to Grandville.
* * *
"Sorry to leave you sick in bed, Sylvie." Tim looked at his
wife's wan features as she lay propped on her own pillows in the
family home. Got to go to talk with the district leader over in
the south district. I may be late! Did Dr. Darling give you
those shots?" Tim put as much faith in the family doctor as his
mother did, and he was confident that his wife's sudden virus
would be over in record time. It was not like Sylvie to be sick,
and he was counting on her getting back into the swing of things
right away.
"Yes, Tim, I'll be fine by tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll make
that speech on highway beautification at the Woman's Club. I
promise you, I won't cancel out," Sylvie told him just what she
knew that Tim wanted to hear from her, and she wished that he
would go and leave her alone. She had spent the entire day in her
room, seeing no one at all. At midday she asked Frank to bring
her up a little toast and broth, but that was all. The older man,
her husband's valet, had been surprised when she did not ask to
see her maid Ella to perform that simple task, but he was more
than willing to comply with Mrs. Cassidy's wishes.
* * *
"I ... want ... a girl ... just ... like the ... girl ...
that married dear ... old DAD!" Ron pushed the advance button on
the tiny recording machine. "You ain't seen nothing yet!!" the
female voice spit out.
Ron was listening to the carefully edited tape that Erick had
made during his night with Sylvie at the Cederton Hotel. Across
from him sat his younger brother, Erick, also listening to the
lewd tape.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!! Erick!! Erick!!" the voice cried out, and
there followed the unmistakable sounds of intense love-making:
"FUCK DEEPER! FUCK DEEPER DEEPER ... DEEPER!!!"
Ron heard the tape through, his face growing redder and
redder as the sounds of abandoned climax followed one tumbling
upon another, and when the obscene recording was finally over, he
groaned and sat back in his chair. He actually had only heard a
part of the tape in the limousine, but now he knew the full story.
It had been hard for him to believe that the woman on the tape was
his brother Tim's lady-like wife, but finally, it was impossible
not to recognize her voice, even though she was undergoing the
stresses and strains of making love with his baby brother Erick.
He sighed and sat all the way back in his chair, staring into
space in the direction of the book-lined library.
"What else was I to do?" Erick inquired. "Any man would have
done the same. She seemed to want it so bad ..."
"And you just gave her what she wanted ..." Ron finished for
him. "Do you expect me to believe that Sylvie has turned into
some kind of nympho?" he continued, glaring at his brother.
Erick hadn't been able to keep his conquest of Sylvie to
himself. His own motivation for letting his brother Ron in on it
was uncertain. He had felt a real need to have someone else know
how he had gotten into Sylvie's tight little blonde cunt, and the
only person in the world he could tell was his middle brother Ron.
Ron had asked him after all for a detailed account of Sylvie's
problem, and he had done nothing more than what his brother had
asked of him. It sewed Sylvie right, though, he thought, to have
Ron think she was a nympho ... maybe she was for all he knew ...
the way she'd been standing there on the dunes that day with her
fingers in her cunt while he and Ella, the maid, were at it in the
sand.
"Believe what you want!" Erick replied.
"Well, I don't believe it ... something must have happened
... something to make her act like that ... did you do anything
...???"
"WHO ME??" Erick hunched his shoulders innocently.
He suddenly felt angry. No one ever believed him. He was
tired of getting kicked around by his two older brothers. It had
been going on since he was a baby, and he felt just as rebellious
against it now as he had then.
"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you then!" he
declared.
"Well, I'm going to need more proof than that ... If
Sylvie's really sick going to have to get fixed up and fast."
"Meet me in her room in 2 hours. We'll talk to her
together," Erick suggested, a sudden idea coming to him.
"Why 2 hours?" Ron inquired.
"Oh, I have some things to take care of first," Erick
replied, breezily.
"All right, I'll go along with you." He looked at his watch.
Two hours, that would make it 8:45 P.M.
"I'll be there." Ron watched Erick swing out of the door.
Then he went over and locked the door carefully. He went back to
his chair and turned the tiny pocket recorder on once more.
"This is dynamite!" he thought, realizing that he would have
to destroy the incriminating tape of Sylvie's voice.
"IT'S GOOD!! IT'S GOOD!!" she cried out, and the background
noises were of such an obscene nature that Ron couldn't help but
be affected by it. He pushed the rewind button and listened from
the beginning, feeling his dormant penis begin to rise slowly but
surely with each passionate groan that me small speaker emitted.
And to think that's Sylvie, he thought, over and over again.
He had never been particularly fond of his brother Tim's wife, but
he had always had to admit that she was one of the best looking
women he'd ever laid eyes on ... if not the best looking woman.
Sometimes at night when finally he got to bed after a long day's
and evening's work, he would think of her ... especially in those
early days when she and Tim had first gotten married, and he knew
that they were screwing hell out of each other all of the time!
His own sex life was almost nonexistent, but it was rarely
that he bothered to think about it. His life was consumed by
other, more important things. He usually brushed away the little
girls and the society women who wanted to throw themselves at any
Cassidy, although from time to time he succumbed. Ron was
thinking that one of those times was near. His body felt in sore
need of release from the tensions it usually knew, and he was
going to have to go out and find himself a woman. Nothing
difficult about that ... it was only annoying because it took
precious time away from his other activities.
He tried to concentrate on just how he would have to deal
with his sister-in-law's sexual problem ... if it was a problem
... he wondered if Dr. Darling would be knowledgeable and
trustworthy enough to deal with this rather sensitive problem and
be able to treat her? But he could not continue to think
rationally as long as the tape was on. Yet, he continued to
listen to its lewd contents, while his burgeoning cock stirred
lustfully upright between his legs.
* * *
Ella backed away from Erick's roving fingers. He moved his
thumbs against the tips of her nipples where they lay beneath the
front of her uniform, pushing hard against them and pressing the
soft firm breasts back against her chest. She backed up against
the wall of the stable several yards away from the house, where
Erick had asked her to meet him. It was dark and she was cold,
the sea air rushing in over the land created a cool breeze that
people stuck in the heart of downtown Grandville were not lucky
enough to have on hot August nights. Ella looked up fearfully
into Erick's face. She remembered what Sylvie Cassidy had told
her about resisting Erick, no matter what. But she did not seem
to be able to stop his fingers at her breasts, and how could she
resist him, anyway? He was who he was, and she was who she was!
"I don't have to do what you say ..." she muttered in an
attempt at defiance. "You're not really my employer!" she gasped.
"Oh, but I am; it's the Cassidy Corporation that hires you,
love, and I'm a major stockholder, not to mention a vice-
president. So forget that little ploy." His hands moved along
the teenager's quaking hips and thighs. His loins pressed forward
against hers, and he felt her tremble as his hard cock pushed
against her belly.
"All that is beside the point, anyway, sweetheart. I'm not
going to fuck you again ... not tonight, anyway ... I just want
you to do something for me. Take this medicine up to Mrs.
Cassidy. The doctor just had it sent over. You tell her the
doctor said to take two teaspoons right away. Stay there until
she takes it."
Ella clasped the tiny brown bottle in her hand. She felt
relieved, but also strangely let down. If that was all he wanted
of her ... she could easily do that.
"But ..." she started. Erick's fingers moved upward toward
the dark haired split of her hidden pussy, his forefinger slipping
in under the elastic of her nylon panties, pushing forthrightly
against the tip of her hidden clitoris.
"Uuuuunhh!" she gasped, her whole body remembering the day on
the beach with the young lawyer. She had not even gotten a letter
from her boy friend in Vietnam yet, but she'd read an article
about how the soldiers carried on with Vietnamese girls. It made
her feel better about the sinful way she kept thinking of young
Erick Cassidy all the time.
"You take it right now, love. Hurry up!" Erick whispered
into her ear. "You and I will have our meeting soon enough!"
His finger made one last upward motion into the thin wet lips
of her minuscule vagina, and then he whisked it out, spun Ella
around, and, giving a pat on her tight little buttocks, sent her
off toward the house.
* * *
Sylvie lay in bed, a light crocheted shawl that she had
bought on her honeymoon trip to Italy tossed over her revealing
silk nightgown. She had dutifully taken the medicine that Ella
had brought up. It had a bitter taste, but Sylvie was sure that
it must contain something special to make her regain her strength.
Already, she seemed to feel a great deal better. Resting in bed
all the long day had helped her a lot, and now she didn't feel in
the least bit sleepy. She tried reading one of the many books she
kept at her bedside, but, though she riffled through several of
them, none seemed to strike the right chord. She could feel her
mind as well as her body mending now as she managed to assimilate
the horrible things that she had endured with Erick into the
thoughts that seemed a bit more formulated. She felt that she had
probably paid off her debt to Erick ... the price had been
terrible, but at least it was over. He could not help but be
satisfied by what he had done to her. She would prove herself to
be as strong as any Cassidy by getting over it ... by carrying on
with her life as though it had never happened. She had made a
dreadful mistake, and her own body had deceived her, making her
act in ways she had never dreamed of, but now, all desire was
slaked from her system ... she thought. What a relief to know
some kind of peace from those inner torments.
Sylvie picked up the latest copy of WEEKLY magazine, and
looked at her own picture on the cover. Her fine perfect features
were as exciting as any movie star's, and for once, Sylvie felt a
surge of pride as she remembered that she was more than a movie
star ... she was the wife of Tim Cassidy, a position that held the
glamour of stardom, but also held all the importance of being the
spouse of a man who was serving the country.
She put the book down and closed her eyes, thinking that she
must somehow have strained them. The picture had suddenly blurred
out of focus. She ran her fingers through the light weight of her
long, beautifully brushed blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all
over, so warm in fact that she had to remove the shawl from her
shoulders, and indeed she felt like removing her nightgown. Her
tongue was thick in her mouth, and suddenly she felt completely
parched. Sylvie jumped up and hurried into the bathroom, where
she removed her gown, slipping on a shorter one that lay neatly
folded in a chest. Then she drew herself a large glass of water
and drank it down, noting it did little to make her feel cooler.
She stepped under the shower and turned on the cold water. The
feel of the water on her deep peach toned naked body began to
inflame her. Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated
her beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of desire.
"What's happening ... what's happening to me!!" she wondered
aloud, hurrying from the shower and going to her medicine cabinet
where she withdrew a small tin of salve. She dipped her fingers
into the salve and then spread it onto her tingling and engorged
nipples. Then she put a little bit down between her legs, rubbing
upward into the cleft of her swollen and oddly stimulated pussy
folds. Instead of soothing her as she had expected the calming
salve to do, it had exactly the opposite effect, and she was
startled to find herself rubbing against the velvet of her inner
membranes with a pressure that became more and more furious
"OH MY GOD!" she whimpered, "MY GOD!!!"
Everything seemed to be coming apart. She felt light as a
feather, one moment, and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When
she tried to focus on something, it appeared to move and shift and
she was forced to close her eyes tightly. Little shivers began to
traverse her half-clad body and she ripped off the shorter
nightgown and finally fell to the floor of her dressing room which
gave onto the bathroom. She just had to get something inside her
... something that would satisfy her!
Panic stricken, the thought entered her mind that she might
die if she did not have surcease from the waves of shuddering lust
that spread through her, she rolled nakedly over the deep pile
rug, rubbing herself against the grain of the fiber, until she
reached the wall and the intercom system. She knelt and pressed
the buzzer that would sound in the servants' quarters. Frank
answered almost immediately.
"FRANK ... GET UP HERE RIGHT AWAY ... I NEED HELP!!" she
cried in desperation.
"YES M'AM!" Frank turned from the intercom and passing the
curious Ella, he made his way toward the back stairway. He did
not know what might be wrong with Mrs. Cassidy, but he was
prepared to offer any assistance that he could, and he hurried up
the stairs, panting at the untoward effort.
Frank entered the spacious bedroom that Tim and Sylvie
Cassidy shared and seeing no one gravitated toward the dressing
room. There he was stunned to see Sylvie Cassidy's flushed and
naked body rolling and twisting spread-eagled upon the rug.
In her hands she held the thick phallus shape of a gilded
candle; one of several that were placed about the white and gold
dressing room for decorative effect. In desperation she was
trying to fit the thick instrument up into her raging vagina. She
twirled her entire body upwards and a little to the side, her legs
wide-spread as the pointed end of the candle appeared to be stuck
just inside her widely yearning pussy.
"UUUUUUUuuuuuunghh!" Sylvie's terror-filled eyes turned to
Frank who stood in the doorway, with an equally alarmed expression
on his face. She seemed to be imploring him with her eyes to come
and help her get the large candle inside her.
" FRANK ... FRANK ... FRANK ... HELP ... YOU'VE GOT TO HELP
ME ... I'VE GOT TO RAM IT IN ... I'VE GOT TO RAM IT INSIDE ... OH
DEAR GOD ... OH OH OH OHHH!"
Frank stepped hesitantly into the room. Nothing in his many
years of experience with the Cassidy family had prepared him for
this moment, and yet he felt that he had to rise to the occasion.
He tried to mink of what was the best thing to do. He had been
thoroughly trained in the fine art of serving, and this was a true
test of his mettle. Finally his mind made up, he moved forward
and grabbed hold of the candle, removing it from Sylvie's hands
and with a sudden thrusting motion twirling it in the flooded pit
of his employer's golden blonde fringed cunt and pushed it
steadily until it began to slide with a lewd slippery noise into
her rampaging cunt.
Sylvie felt the cold hard edged object entering her, filling
her and with alarm she realized that it was making her cum, cum in
an entirely different way than she had ever cum before. Her heavy
well-formed breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny orgasms
of their own in the breasts that spread and electrified her entire
body. Frank was pushing and pulling now, kneeling beside his
climaxing mistress, hoping that he had made the right decision.
"MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!" she commanded of Frank. The
orgasm was not enough, she had to have another immediately. She
twisted and turned against the rising candle between her thighs
and then she knew that she would have to have something alive
inside her.
"FRANK ... Frank!!!" she implored. YOU ... I HAVE TO HAVE
YOU!!!"
Her fingers were already reaching out for the elegantly
tailored front of Frank's trousers, where she found the buttons of
his fly and began to undo them. "I can feel something in there,
Frank, I know I do!!" she said wildly. "Frank ... YOU HAVE GOT A
BIG HARD JUICY COCK!" she cried triumphantly, withdrawing what was
truly just as she said, a good sized penis of satisfactory
hardness for Sylvie's purposes. The drugged young woman, moved
the startled servant's thick uncircumcised cock with demanding
precision, thrusting the foreskin back until the blood engorged
head popped through.
"You ... uh ... Mrs. Cassidy!" The older man's face was
flushed, and he could not quite get out the words he wanted to
say, for Sylvie was pushing him down to the floor, and mounting
him, and even if he had decided to resist, he would never have
been able to get away from her determined hands pushing him down,
and her strong legs spread on either side of his up-thrust cock.
* * *
Arlene pressed her ear to the study door, trying to figure
out what the strange, tiny sounds were. Instinct told her she
wanted to know more about just what Ron and his brother, Erick
were up to.
Ron turned off the tape recorder and looked at his watch.
Only 8:30 P.M. but he saw no reason why he should wait until 8:45
to meet his other brother Erick there, he could probably get to
the bottom of the whole incident much better without the help of
his bothersome brother. As he stood up, he had some difficulty
pressing down the thick bulge of his lust-hard cock, but he
managed somehow and then placed the recorder in a niche in the
wall of the library between two thick books. No one would be
coming into the room until morning he knew, and he would return
later that night to destroy the lewd message that lay within the
coiled mechanism of the recorder. He left the room with a
distracted expression on his face as he climbed the stairs, he
hoped that his decision to let Tim Cassidy go alone to meet with
the District Leader had been a wise one. There were times when he
wished that he could be several places at once, and this was one
of them. He couldn't very well have let this important thing
about Sylvie go until later, though. Time was of the essence!
Downstairs, Arlene slipped into the study and closed the door
behind her.
There was no answer to his knock on Sylvie's door and Ron let
himself in. Before he had reached the half-way point in the room
he heard the loud grunting and groaning that came from the
dressing room. Hurriedly he rushed to see what was going on and
stood peering down at the strangest sight he had ever seen.
His brother's wife, Sylvie, bounced and gyrated nakedly over
the valet's beet red cock, spearing her own tingling pussy with
the rock-hard penis as she lunged up and down upon it. Behind,
Frank was attempting to thrust a gilded candle in between her
flexing cushiony buttocks, to the encouragement of Sylvie's
shrieking lewd words. "PUSH IT IN FRANK ... STICK IT IN MY
ASSSSSSS!!!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.
Dutifully Frank pushed the candle in as hard as he could,
worming it around as Sylvie's clawing fingers were instructing him
to do. Gleaming wetness seeped down from her gyrating cunt as she
rode the older gray haired man's rampant cock with faster and
faster lunges. Her blonde hair flew all over her head as she
worked, perspiring so freely that she inundated the valet with
drops of her sweat.
Ron stood petrified for a long moment. All that Erick had
said was true ... and it was for worse than he thought.
Nevertheless, Ron had to admit that he had never seen a lewder
sight in all his life. It was very unusual and it sent shivers up
and down his spine, and he could almost feel the hair on the nape
of his neck rising. As for his thickly swollen cock, there was no
doubt that the desire he was feeling was directed toward the
silken blonde performer in the middle of the dressing room floor
... his broker Tim's wife!
At that moment Sylvie looked up and saw him. She didn't
recognize him, only saw a man standing there. "WHO IS IT?" she
said, and then added, "WHOEVER IT IS COME ... COME AND HELP ME ...
HELP ME!!!" The madness still swirled in her belly and in her
brain and she felt like ants were crawling all over her, creating
a tingling lusting state that only rubbing and fucking would help.
With only a second's hesitation, Ron freed his thickly engorged
prick from his pants and moved into the room. He would do it to
her if she wanted, and after they would see what had to be done.
But right now he would do it. He had to!!
Ron saw Frank trying to scramble out from under Sylvie's
determined body, his eyes full of fear now that he had seen Ron
enter the room. With a groan, Ron told the older man that it was
all right. Then he bent and lifted Sylvie up, and Frank stood up
beside them. Sylvie clambered against Ron now, her legs trying to
climb his, her arms wound around his neck, her tongue thrusting
forward into his mouth. She pressed and pushed hard against him,
begging him to take her.
"Tim ... Tim ... is it you ... oh fuck me darling ... Tim,
fuck me ... fuck me!!!"
Ron picked her legs up and bracing himself against the wall,
thrust her gaping wide cunt hard down upon his exposed hardness.
His speeding cock drove hard, up and up into her wide-held pussy
as her legs clasped around his waist. He bumped his loins forward
to start a hard screwing motion into her tormented cunt that made
her keen and croon loudly.
"DON'T FORGET THE BACK ... FUCK ME IN THE BACK TOO!!! OH
SOMEONE PLEASE DO IT IN THE BACK!!" she implored.
Frank had stood by uncertainly until this moment, and then he
stepped forward. As a younger man, Frank had known many young
women, but none who had made him feel what Mrs. Cassidy had. He
was anxious now to please her as he parted her already wide-spread
buttock cheeks, and finding that reddish brown little hole that
had ached so for the feel of the gilded candle, he thrust his own
cock upward into its open mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Sylvie cried out. She could feel herself
sandwiched between the two men, Ron in front and Frank the valet
in back. She was shamelessly suspended between the two standing
men as the two hotly churning pecks filled her vagina and her
rectum, giving her at last something of the desire quenching
relief that she sought. The drug had taken its toll coursing
through her veins, spreading and continuing its evil work
onrushing through her system and bringing her to new peaks of
frenzy.
She yanked Ron's head to her and kissed his lips, his nose,
his eyes. Her tongue slavered over his face. She caught a
glimpse of his blonde hair and once more inquired, "Tim, oh, Tim,
is that you?" OOOOOoooooh let me cum again, just once more!!!"
she cried out, but she couldn't seem to climax again ... her body
was left always at the edge of it, hanging on by a thread but the
orgasm never came.
Ron's powerful young body smashed deep groans from his
distraught sister-in-law as eagerly he levered up ramming his
thickly engorged cock as deep as it would lunge upward into her
hungrily clasping pussy. Sylvie strained against him, wanting him
deeper, into the insanely quivering cunt she possessed!
She ground her buttocks down onto the inward thrusting penis
that speared her willingly open rectum. She felt hot sparks of
desire tracing along its nether path between her trembling naked
buttocks.
"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhghghdlghhh!" But still she did not cum.
It was always a second away. The pupils of her large blue eyes
were dilated as she felt Frank's plunging cock stiffen without
warning, spewing its white hot juice far into the obscenely
milking walls of her defenseless anus.
"NOT YET NOT YET NOT ..." she cried, but the older man's
spending cock was already limp and exhausted from its call to
duty, and behind her Frank felt the strong sensations of his
climax diminishing as his limp prick slid wetly from between Mrs.
Tim Cassidy's buttocks. He stepped back and tried to straighten
himself out, and when he looked up from his buttoning, he saw
Erick Cassidy standing in the room. He was laughing merrily,
watching the buffeting forms of his brother and sister-in-law
Sylvie as they furiously gyrated against each other, Sylvie's
widespread legs clasping behind his standing brother.
"So you came early?" Erick said, pleased with the little
scene that he himself had caused. The drug had done its work
well. It was supposed to but Erick had never used it before. It
had been given to him by the son of the Ambassador to Jabor, a
tiny middle eastern country where the men often used such things
to bring them mindless delights with unwilling women.
"Perhaps I could have a go too?" he inquired politely,
brushing Frank away. The two brothers stared at each other for a
brief second over Sylvie's shuddering shoulder, and then Sylvie's
voice awakened them.
"OH DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP!!! FUCK ME YOU BASTARDS ...
MAKE ME CUM!!!"
His blonde hair dripping wet, Ron pulled away from the wall
and pulling his older brother's adulterous wife with him, he lay
down upon the rug. His legs felt weak and shaky after holding up
Sylvie's weight all that time, but he still felt a need to
complete the intensely satisfying fucking he was getting, so he
kept her smothering nakedness over him without releasing his cock
from her tightly clenching pussy. Her smooth legs lay spread over
him as he bucked upward into her squirming body. Her tongue
thrust mercilessly into his open mouth as behind them Erick
lowered his half naked body. He had removed his pants and shorts
and clad only in a sports shirt and his shoes and socks, he
replaced Frank's cock inside Sylvie's burning rectum with his own.
"Seems to me I've been here before," he mused to himself, as
once more he felt the tightly clenching rectal muscles massaging
all around his surging prick, making it tingle with a fierce
pleasure that sent him into a mindless ecstasy.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YESSSSS ... THIS IS THE WAY ... THIS IS THE
WAY ... YESSS!" Sylvie kept groaning. The torture was
miraculously subsiding and the strange sensation of tingling joy
was again seeping through her defenselessly aroused body. The
outrageous debasement and subjugation that she was undergoing
aroused odd masochistic delights that surged through her
bloodstream rivaling the drug with their intensity. Her strong
hips commenced rhythmic gyrating motions an abandoned harmony with
the increasing speed of the two rising cocks of her husband's two
brothers inside her ... one spreading upward into her tight,
slippery cunt, the other prodding high between her buttocks into
her rectum. She lay writhing between them ... Ron on the bottom,
Erick on top, face downward, her naked breasts pressing into Ron's
suit-clad body. He had not had time to undress, but it didn't
seem to matter, as he gave himself up to the strange sensations of
sharing Tim's wife with his other brother!
Sylvie thought of herself as a prisoner ... a defenseless
prisoner ... the mental mechanism that would produce her orgasm
worked swiftly inside her ... she was trapped between tow
battering lust-inspired animals. Her breasts were being pulled
and twisted, her lips smashed against two mouths that fought for
her favors. Never had she been so royally treated. She mewled
and whined at them, shaking her buttocks backwards up at Erick and
screwing her loins down onto Ron as the two rising cocks met and
passed each other against the thin membrane of flesh that
separated the drugged blonde's vagina from her rectum.
"COCK ... COCK ... COCK!" she moaned ... OOOOHHHH COCK ...
COCK ... COCK ... COCKKK!"
Chapter 8
Tim Cassidy thanked the chauffeur and bid him goodnight,
moving with his swift long stride into the house. Arlene greeted
him at the door. "This had better be good!" he told his wife's
cousin. He didn't know why but she was beginning to annoy him
more and more. "Never, never should have fucked her," he added to
himself as he followed the comely brunette into the study. "Not
at this stage of the game!"
Arlene smiled at Tim as he stood defiantly watching her in
the study. How handsome he is, she thought, how she longed to
feel those strong arms around her again ... that thick cock of his
blotting out every thought in her brain. How magnificent he is!
Like a ferocious golden lion'
"WELL!" Tim growled, "I didn't come out of that meeting to
meet a silly-assed broad, you know!" he couldn't help losing his
temper as the smiling girl kept on looking at him like that.
"You said it was important ..." he continued.
Arlene bridled, the spark gone from her eyes. How dare he
talk to her like that ... to HER ... She was the one who really
understood him, who really loved him ... who could really do all
that needed to be done for the Cassidy name! He would eat his
words once he knew everything about that little bitch he called a
wife! She was unfit to be Tim Cassidy's wife, cousin or no
cousin'
Silently, but with trembling hands, Arlene got down the
little recorder from the hiding place she had finally found after
half an hour's looking. She pushed the "on" button and moved away
from him, uncertain of just what his reaction would be to the
edited tape she had listened to with burning ears a few minutes
earlier. It was afterward that she had called him and told him he
must return immediately to the house.
"I ... want ... a girl ... just ... like the ... girl ...
that married ... dear old ... DAD! ... You ain't seen nothing
yet! ... OOOOOOOOOhhhhh ... Erick! Erick! ... Fuck deeper fuck
deeper ... FUCK DEEPER ... DEEPER!!!"
Suspiciously Tim listened to the obscene tape. At first he
thought that Arlene was just playing some kind of joke on him ...
that she thought he might become aroused by such a thing, and then
the realization gradually dawned on him that it was his wife's
voice, it was Sylvie on the tape, and that the lewd coupling
sounds and noises were absolutely real. The recording appeared to
be one of his wife and his brother Erick screwing themselves
silly!
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he growled angrily, staring
menacingly at Arlene, who was cringing against the wall. She had
the definite feeling that she had made a dreadful mistake.
"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" HAS ANYONE ELSE HEARD IT?" Tim
shook with rage, his face pale and white, his blonde hair
disheveled and unruly.
"WHERE IS SYLVIE?" he finally asked, realizing that Arlene
was too frightened to speak.
Arlene motioned upstairs, and watched, terrified as Tim
whirled out the door and headed up the stairs taking them two at a
time.
* * *
A shudder of wanton delight surged through Sylvie's raw,
nerve tingling body as her breasts heaved and quivered down upon
Ron's chest, their hardened nipples digging into his suit top.
She fucked insanely with him and his younger brother, feeling
blissfully grateful to them ... she did not fully know who they
were, but hoped that one of them was her husband, Tim. Because at
last it was coming to a crashing roar overtaking her like a
breathtaking tidal wave of searing, indescribable elation, roaring
through her madly aroused body, filling her nakedly striving cunt,
as the lips worked and sucked at Ron's hard penis and shattering
through her rectum as Erick struck again and again within its
moist confines.
Her breath came in rasping and short frenzied gasps as the
powerful lightening-like sensations jolted her from the tip of her
blonde curls to her desperately contracting toes.
"Look at her go ..." Frank, the valet, mumbled as he stood
nearby. He would be ready to perform if called upon again, he
thought, but it looked as if it was all going to be over soon.
Tim rushed into the bedroom and then hurried to the dressing
room, his face ashen white as he heard his wife's voice.
"OOOOOHHHH GOD ... OH GOD ... I'M CUMMMMMM1NG ...
CUMMMMMMMINGGG ... OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as the two
brother's cocks pierced her tender undulating young body and they
began to spew forth their jets of viscid fluid, spurting white and
hot against her inner walls, plunging and expanding, swirling and
pouring their last lust-driven load into her quaking, clenching
orifice.
A great burst of showering stars exploded inside her, racking
her entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain
whirling madly. She felt herself blacking out, falling, falling,
falling as the torrential rain of pleasure granted her drugged
body a much needed rest.
Frank fled out the service door of the dressing room the
moment that he saw Tim Cassidy appear. But the brothers, Erick
and Ron, only saw him when it was much too late to do anything
about it. They saw him as they were bodily lifted up from the
limp, swooning body of their brother's satiated blonde wife.
"YOU FUCKERS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SYLVIE?? WHAT HAVE YOU
DONE TO HER??? FIRST THAT DISGUSTING TAPE AND NOW THIS!!!"
There seemed to be now no answer at all, or at least the
answer was self-evident, and both brothers knew the ludicrous
position of being caught with their spent cocks lewdly hanging
out, still panting and puffing from their adulterous activities.
They both trembled as their older brother clapped them each
on the neck, with a superior strength born of his fury. Angrily
he knocked their heads together, and flung them from him. They
went sprawling across the room, and then scrambled to their feet.
"GET OUT!!! GET OUT OF MY WIFE'S DRESSING ROOM!" Tim cried.
"I'LL DEAL WITH BOTH OF YOU LATER!!"
The 2 brothers fled the room, running through the bedroom and
out the bedroom door. There on the landing they bumped into
Arlene who was curiously waiting to see what was happening.
When Ron saw Arlene he knew that she was the one who had
called Tim and had him listen to the tape. He knew it without a
word having been spoken. Erick rushed to his room to put on some
clothes, having left his pants in his sister-in-law's bedroom.
Filled with a horrible combination of remorse and anger,
frustration and humiliation by his older brother, Ron grabbed
Arlene by the arm and propelled her along the hall until they had
reached his room.
"Get in!" he told her, which caused her to tremble in terror.
"Get in, you sneaking bitch!"
* * *
When Sylvie came to she felt the soothing ripples warm water
all around her bruised and aching body. Her swollen breasts were
being softly massaged and gentle fingers moved over her naked body
in the warm soft water. The sweet scent of her favorite perfume
rose to her nostrils and as she opened her eyes she looked
directly into Tim's deep blue eyes.
"How are you!!" His deep familiar voice filled her with a
deep sense of well-being. Far from a casual question, he really
meant it from the bottom of his heart, she knew. His hands
continued to caress her beneath the water, and she saw that she
was in her own bath tub. She couldn't remember it all, but
gradually some details of her recent ordeal came back to her
confused mind.
She opened her mouth to speak. "Dar ... darling ..." she
whispered. His hands moved slowly along her thighs, touching her
everywhere beneath the water, slipping into the warmed split of
her abused pussy, up across her soft belly, moving along her
golden body as though she were a precious art work that he was
only just appreciating for the very first time.
"You'll tell me later ... now you must rest ..." Tim
commanded sternly, and moments later he was lifting her from the
deep alabaster tub and carrying her over to the thick fluffy
towels where he dried her carefully. Then he took her, still
wrapped snugly in a large white towel into the bedroom where he
placed her upon the bed, ever so carefully as though she were a
mermaid he had just found upon the beach.
He brought fragrant oils and lotions from her dressing room
and began to anoint her naked smoothness with them. His hands
worked their healing effect upon Sylvie as she lay, stunned as
much by her husband's quiet outpouring of love, as by all that had
happened to her.
After a long while she began to talk, and when she did, she
told him everything, from the very beginning, leaving out no
details and sparing herself not at all in the moving confession
that sometimes brought tears to her blue eyes.
Tim asked only one question. "Is this the medicine bottle?"
he inquired, lifting the small brown bottle to his nose and
sniffing it. He recognized the pungent smell instantly as the
liquid that an ambassador's son had tried to give him as a gift,
but that he had refused. He knew that its powers were purported
to be very great and suspected just who had placed it in a
medicine bottle and had it brought to his wife.
His eyes smoldered with a deep rooted anger, but he said
nothing. "I've been terribly neglectful!" he said, letting his
eyes roam over the startlingly fresh beauty of his wife's
gleaming, naked body before him on the bed.
Very slowly he undressed, and climbed onto the bed beside
her. Sylvie felt his arms, strong and tender, wrapping themselves
around her, and felt his kisses begin to cover her face, her neck,
her arms, the tips of her breasts, her now quivering belly, her
thighs, her legs, her feet, her toes, and back up again. Now his
tongue was lapping subserviently along her nakedness, so lightly
that it was like butterfly's wings fluttering all over her. She
felt her abused body responding to his tender caresses, and
realized that her hopes and dreams of the past few months were
finally coming true.
"Oh, Tim!" she sighed, turning suddenly toward him. Tim
could feel the split of his wife's long, silky legs pressing
against his hipbone, rubbing a little against his skin. Then her
fingers moved lightly up and down the shaft of his hard cock and
she held his wildly erect penis in her hand squeezing it tenderly
and Tim abandoned himself to the aching desire he felt for his
wife. Sylvie rubbed her moistening blonde pussy up against her
district attorney husband, beginning to moan softly to herself.
The aftermath of her drugged session had made her feel a
sleepiness that translated into languorous sensuality, and she
felt Tim's cock jumping and twitching in her hand as he turned a
little towards her, his long legs intertwined with hers as he
groped for her golden brown breasts. Finding them, his fingers
moved quickly pulling at the small mounds of sensitive flesh until
the nipples were hard and tight. He kissed her so hard that
Sylvie had to gasp for breath.
"OH, God, Tim!" she cried. She moved her whole body up
against him now, her hand slipping the foreskin of her husband's
cock up and down more and more and more rapidly. There was
nothing so sweet as the desire she felt for the man she had
married. None of his brothers had been able to duplicate this
sensation.
"JESUS!" Tim groaned. "I ... I want to be inside of you ...
Are you ... Can I ...?" He wondered if his wife was in any
condition for lovemaking, after all she had been through. But he
wanted her so badly that he could hardly contain himself.
"MMMmmmmmm ... Yes ... Tim ... Tim, please ... I've been
waiting so long ... so long ... AAAaaaaaaaaah!" Sylvie moaned and
writhed against the young politician's hip and he could feel her
hair-fringed pussy soaking wet against him. She clutched at him
wildly, and suddenly Tim realized that she was cumming right there
against his leg. The very thought of it almost made him reach a
climax himself, but he held back just in time, as Sylvie fell back
against his arms, her passion only momentarily drained.
"I WANT YOU ... JESUS ... I WANT YOU SO BAD!!" Tim cried as
much to himself as to her. With his long legs he parted Sylvie's
limp unresisting thighs. She was all softness after her orgasm
and waves of lust traversed Tim's throbbing cock as he placed it
in between her legs. Searching out the pink ragged opening of her
flowery pussy, he positioned himself and let the blunt tip of his
prick slide upward.
Sylvie shivered under him and suddenly was pushing hard. His
pulsating cock was slipping all the way up into the tightness of
her perfumed cunt. It sank deeper and deeper, filling her
waiting, unresisting pussy with all of its potent hardness, and
Sylvie grunted and opened her legs wide to receive him.
"OH SYLVIE ... YOU FEEL SO ... SO ...!" words failed him as
he began to fuck into his wife with rhythmic strokes. Never had
he felt anything like this before, even when they were first
married. They began to move together, spurred on by each other's
cries.
"OH NEVER STOP, never stop ... I love you so ... I love you
... wonderful ... wonderful ... your sweet cock is making me
cuuuummmmmmmmmm ooooooh IIIIIIIIII LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!"
The muscles of their young bodies were tightened to meet the
demands of their lust. Had anyone seen them, they would have been
awed by the warmth and tenderness of their intense desire.
Then Tim could feel himself cumming. Everything in him
merging with everything in her. His rock hard cock was immersed
in softness and wetness and tightness and he was stiffening and
the white fluid of his orgasm starting its projectile motion
toward Sylvie's waiting womb.
"AAAAAHHHH!" The pleasure was sharp and he bit his lip as he
spun madly into the vortex of his orgasm, wrenching him over onto
his wife's body, as the hard splashes rose against her shivering
pussy. Sylvie was meeting his orgasm with her own, releasing it in
a head-on collision that sent them whirling together toward
another world where politics and family duty were unheard of.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH TIM DARLINGGGGGG!" she wailed arms and
legs thrashing as she tipped her receptive loins upward to receive
as much of her husband's life-giving force as possible.
As soon as Tim had cum he knew that he was ready to start
again. "Got to do it again!" he cried, moving his already
swelling cock about in her drenched warm tunnel of her vagina.
"You'll never have to complain again, honey ... I'll fuck you
until you beg me to stop!"
Chapter 9
"We are just getting the returns from the 9th district. Yes
... yes ... and I think that our computers have definitely been
proven right, folks. TIM CASSIDY IS THE WINNER! TIM CASSIDY IS
OUR NEW SENATOR! In a few moments we'll have a word with the
winner, but right now, here is the word from Senator Gearson who
seems to have lost his bid for reelection to the Senate to the
young Tim Cassidy.
"Do you have anything to say, Senator?"
"I'd like to thank all the people that worked so hard for me
... and to congratulate the winner!" The elderly senator smiled
wanly, and the picture slowly faded out, while another took its
place.
"Here he comes now! He's coming now!" The announcer's voice
spoke hysterically. The sound of cheering had already come
thundering through and was filling the microphones and a throng of
hundreds danced up and down at the downtown Cassidy headquarters.
Finally Tim Cassidy and his entourage could be seen advancing
toward the bank of microphones. His wife Sylvie was directly
beside him and he kept her there with his arm around her waist as
together they moved slowly through the crowd. In front of them
making room for their passage were the 2 Cassidy brothers, Ron and
Erick, proudly beaming in recognition of the fact that their
brother was now a Senator. Behind them came a beaming brunette,
Arlene, Sylvie's cousin who kept her eyes trained on Ron Cassidy
as she walked.
She had set her cap for the oldest brother but it was the
middle brother Ron who had captured her, controlling her body and
soul with his strange disciplinary measures.
Upstairs in the private rooms reserved for the family, Mrs.
Thelma Cassidy along with a group of about a dozen camp followers
watched it all on her color set. She was a trifle miffed that Tim
had insisted she stay upstairs during the big moment, but she knew
her turn with the cameras and the photographers would come later,
so it wasn't so bad. Besides ... they had won... Her boy was on
his way to the great things she had always predicted for him.
She watched with approval as the tightly knit group gathered
around Tim as he made his acceptance speech.
"Through thick and through thin, the Cassidys stick it out!"
she murmured to the elderly woman who was her son's secretary and
Mrs. Grayson agreed.
"That girl is turning into a real Cassidy," Thelma said,
noting Sylvie's beaming expression as Tim spoke. Only Sylvie knew
that her husband's hand, hidden by the brothers and other members
of the group behind them, was rhythmically massaging her willing
buttocks as he gave one of the most charming speeches of his
career. It was their secret symbol that meant they would
celebrate the victory that night in their own manner, close in
each other's arms, his hard cock locked in the tightly clinging
orifice of her obedient and faithful pussy.
Arlene felt Ron's arm around her and looked adoringly up into
his eyes. "We've won!" he told her. "Nothing can stop us now ...
not with our organization!"
"Fucking and sucking and wheeling and dealing, Cassidy
style," Erick Cassidy thought. "Nothing can beat it!"
Chapter 10
Sylvie couldn't imagine a more beautiful day, and she hummed
a little bit to herself as she walked around her husband's office.
She paused in front of his window and looked out at the Capitol
Building a short distance away. Sylvie could hear him discussing
an important letter with his secretary, Mrs. Grayson, so she
stopped humming and stood quietly so as not to distract him.
My husband, the senator! she thought to herself. Things had
worked out so very well, and Tim had already been re-elected to
the Senate by a grateful and admiring constituency. Sylvie knew
that the next step for Tim Cassidy would be the White House. A
little chill went up and down her spine as she thought of it, and
once more she congratulated herself on having stuck out those dark
days before Tim had been elected. Those days, when she had been
so prey to self doubts that she had succumbed to the unwanted
advances of her husband's younger brothers.
She tried to shake off the dreadful memory of what she had
gone through back at the Grandville family meeting place. After
all, it had all happened many years before, and there had been
hardly any friction whatsoever between members of the family since
then.
Sylvie knew that Tim would never feel exactly the same toward
his two younger brothers after he caught them taking advantage of
her helpless, drug-induced state that lurid day in the dressing
room. Yet, the amorous reconciliation between husband and wife
had almost made the terrible events leading up to it seem
worthwhile. Sylvie smiled as she looked out at the budding trees
... it was spring and her blood stirred lazily in her veins. She
could feel a lingering sensuality in her shapely limbs as she
recalled her husband's lewd caresses of the night before. She
doubted if any other senator's wife could boast of such fervent
attention from her husband! Now, instead of neglecting her the
way he had when he was first getting started, he insisted upon
frequent and heated sessions with her, pulling her down with him
at the oddest moments, or pushing everyone out of his office so
that they could lie together on the soft leather couch against the
wall and writhe nakedly together in the midst of a busy afternoon.
Sylvie blushed at the thought, but it was so wonderful to
feel desired by her dynamic husband, and she felt she had changed
because of his attentions, becoming much more contented and
womanly. Her slender, well proportioned body had grown accustomed
to the increasingly intense delights that her husband treated it
to, and Sylvie often thought of herself as a wanton pagan ... a
blonde goddess of love. Only this love was not sinful or evil,
since she indulged in it with her own wonderful husband!
"Sylvie!"
She jumped at the sound of her husband's voice and turned
toward him.
"Yes, darling," she replied, looking at his thick blond hair
and those piercing but kindly blue eyes and the strong chin that
she loved so well and that were already famous throughout the
world.
"Daydreaming?" he asked. "Penny for 'em."
Sylvie blushed and looked at Mrs. Grayson who was standing
nearby. The older woman smiled and turned to leave the office
carrying her note pad with her.
"Thinking about the good fucking I gave you last night?" he
asked, even before Mrs. Grayson had left the room.
"TIM!" Sylvie cried, nonplused.
The door closed behind Mrs. Grayson and Tim rose to catch his
wife around the waist. He held her close up against him, so close
that Sylvie could feel every ridge of his rising penis against her
softly trembling belly.
"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I was thinking of that!" she
cried.
"Want some more?" he inquired, teasingly, holding her tighter
still, until Sylvie could feel the beginning of that weakness that
she often got before she gave in completely to the mounting
strength of her desire.
"Tonight ... as soon as you come home!" she replied, kissing
him softly on the neck, her arms twined about his neck. As much
as she enjoyed making love with her senator husband, she couldn't
help feeling funny when he suggested that they do it right there
on the couch in his office. She thought now of the secretaries in
the outer office, and of Mrs. Grayson, her husband's private
secretary, who was a kindly looking older lady. She did not want
to shock any of them.
"I have a few minutes right now," Tim declared. "For a
quickie ..."
The softness of her spring dress made Sylvie feel almost
naked as she stood there in his arms. As it was, she no longer
wore any brassiere at all ... it was so old fashioned, and she had
on only the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they just
barely covered the tiny golden triangle of her silk covered pubic
'vee'. She could feel the tops of her inner thighs rubbing warmly
together, and she parted her legs ever so slightly, feeling a
fullness and a yearning deep in her belly that made her shiver.
She was about to agree when a buzzer sounded behind them at
her husband's desk.
Tim left her and pressed a button.
"Mrs. Cassidy on line one, sir," a male- secretary replied.
Sylvie made a face, and Tim looked at her as if to say, "What
can I do?" It was Tim's mother, Thelma, calling from Grandville.
She and Sylvie still didn't get along very well, but things were
definitely better, and Sylvie prided herself on thinking up new
ways all the time to thwart her mother-in-law's enthusiastic
meddling.
"Put her on," Tim said, sitting down in the huge leather desk
chair.
Sylvie approached him and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"I'm going to take a walk," she said. "There'll be a magnificent
dinner, just for us tonight ... hurry home!"
Tim blew her a kiss as she left the office and turned toward
the phone. "Hello, Mother? Well, how the hell are you anyway?
Ron told me something about a twisted ankle. Been out twisting
again?"
Tim pressed another buzzer on his desk and could hear the
faint sound it made in the outer office. While he was listening
to the familiar tones of his mother's voice, he looked up to see
his secretary, Mrs. Grayson, come in the door. He motioned for
her to lock the door, and with a secret smile she did so. Mrs.
Grayson had been with him a long time, and Tim hoped she would be
with him for a long while to come, following his career from young
lawyer to D. A. of Grandville to U. S. senator to the next jump
... the big one ... the Presidency!
Mrs. Grayson walked knowingly toward her employer. A widow,
the older woman gave the outward appearance of being a kindly
capable creature who would and could do no wrong.
Only she and Tim knew of the special relationship between
them ... an affinity that they had discovered one night long ago
when they had been working late over a legal brief. That night
seemed far away, as in the comfortably sedate office with the
April sun shining through the windows, Grayson moved around the
side of Tim's big oak desk.
"Yes, Mother ... well of course, Mother!" Tim was saying.
Mrs. Grayson's neat preying hair was tied back in a tight
little fluff at the nape of her neck, and now as she stood beside
the senator, she untied it, letting it fall in silken waves around
her shoulders. It had once been raven black, and it was still
beautiful with its silver streaks. She removed her sensible
rimless glasses, and her bright gray eyes sparkled with
anticipation. Her round pleasant face was free of makeup, and a
natural inner beauty shone from her features as she knelt down on
the floor beside Tim's seated figure.
"When do you want to come, Mother? Well, I'll have to ask
Sylvie first ... she may have planned something that I don't know
about ... well, of course not, Mom! ...
Tim nodded to Mrs. Grayson and swiftly the trusted secretary
reached toward the hidden zipper of her employer's fly. The soft
sound of its descent rose from beneath the desk, as Tim swung his
chair around sideways. Easily, Mrs. Grayson's deft fingers
reached in and clasped the thickly swollen mass of Tim's cock.
Only his features reflected the emotion he felt as her fingers
began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh of
his erect cock.
"Yes ... uh huh ... uh huh ..." he kept on talking to Thelma
Cassidy, the imperious mother of three boys; Tim, the eldest; Ron,
his adviser and manager through two successively successful
campaigns; and Rick, the playboy lawyer.
Mrs. Grayson held Tim's throbbingly hard cock in one hand and
began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip of
his straining penis shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.
"Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one could
hear. "Ooooah, how nice!" She looked up inquiringly and Tim
nodded to her once more, in such a way that she knew perfectly
well what he meant. Standing up, Mrs. Grayson slid her skirt
upward, revealing beneath her straight skirt a pair of shapely,
well developed legs, encased in sheer black stockings. She
removed her flat shoes and stood in her stocking feet on the deep
pile of the rug of Tim's office, and then, reaching upward, she
began to slip off a thin pair of clear blue nylon panties. Tim
could see the frilly mechanism of her elastic garter belt that
remained as the panties came down. Mrs. Grayson's wide pubic
"vee" was covered with deep black curls, and Tim could feel his
hardened cock gore an excited lurch at the sight of it. He was
listening to his Mother's voice with one ear, but his mind was
there between Mrs. Grayson's firmly soft thighs. Tim watched with
admiration as his secretary's face clouded over with a desire that
he had often seen.
In a familiar ritual, she raised her arms over her head
provocatively, pushing her long shining hair up and then releasing
it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. Her soft lips
quivered as she languidly moved closer. Already he could smell
the wonderful scent of the perfume that she spread between her
cream-white thighs. It smelled of roses and reminded him of his
mother's gardens that she had had since he was a little boy. Her
panties had been kicked off, and now she spread her legs wide as
Tim closed his knees together. The sheer black stockings ended at
the top of her thighs and the white flesh gleamed in contrast to
the dark material. The frilly bands of the black garter belt made
two long strips along her hips and the softly rounded shape of her
stomach was encircled by thin rosettes of pink that were edged in
the same black of the belt. Centered between these things lay the
perfect dark triangle of Mrs. Grayson's quivering pussy. She
seemed about to do a split as her stockinged feet slipped outward
further and further from the senator's hard thighs.
Simultaneously, the soft fringed covered mound of her cunt was
opening wider still as she lowered herself onto the long hard
shaft directly below.
"MMMmmmm ... Yessss ... Yes, Mother ... Yes, I'd say so
..." Tim was just as glad that his wife, Sylvie, had decided to
leave. There was nothing that made his day more than a call from
his mother along with a simultaneous visit from his obliging
secretary.
The older woman brought herself slowly down as she faced her
excited boss. He was young enough to be her son, and in fact she
had a son his age who lived in California. For each of them this
secret closeness meant a soothing of deep psychological needs ...
needs that no one else would have suspected, but which were
nonetheless present.
The secretary bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness of
Tim's cock touching against her naked flesh. She let herself
remain poised upon its quivering tip, her pinkly turgid inner
membranes pulsing wetly against his rubbery cock-head ... and then
she began to move. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to
Tim's without interfering with the telephone.
"I'm gonna put you on speaker, Mom ..." Tim suddenly said,
his face reddening. He flicked a switch and put down the phone.
"Must you?" his mother's voice suddenly expanded into the
room from the small speaker on the desk. "I hate that thing! It
always sounds like you're in a vacuum or something!"
"Got some papers to sign, Mom, and it's easier ... go on with
what you were saying!"
But he did not hear as his mother continued, for Mrs.
Grayson's full, soft breasts beneath her loosely cut blouse were
pressing against his chest, and her slick, wet outer cuntal lips
were beginning to slip up and down the length of his cock, though
he had not yet entered her.
Tim began to daydream ... the droning sound of his mother's
voice, the wonderful intimacy of his secretary, his young and
exciting wife out walking in the city that would one day be his
... all these things went through his head as his rock-hard penis
grew harder and harder. The exciting older woman was moving
faster and faster, building up a friction in the external area of
her widespread pussy, feeling the young senator's thickening cock
throb and tremble against her. She stopped her pace and began to
ride slowly and sensuously over it. The fleshy penis between her
legs felt good to her as the thick foreskin slid back and forth
beneath the pressuring, and finally the full knobby surface became
a bulbous mass against the pit of her steaming pussy. She knew it
was time then!
Her Tim's big wonderful cock! she thought to herself. She
smiled at him as she panted above him and then planted small
kisses on his lips.
"TIM---ARE YOU THERE? AM I TALKING TO THE FOUR WALLS? FOR
HEAVENS SAKE!"
"Yes Mother, I hear you ... What's that you were saying
about Daddy?"
"I was saying that if your father were still alive, he would
have wanted you to sign that bill. Now your policies are exactly
the opposite of his, and even though you tell me that times have
changed, I still say that you father was a very smart man ... how
else would have he have made all that money ... money, which I
might add is going to help you go to be president!"
"Don't say such things on the phone, Mom ... Well, it's no
secret we've got money ... A lot of people have money ... but the
point is that ..."
Her breasts were nudging into his chest, her soft sweet
breath in his nostrils, her wetly quivering cunt on his cock ...
Mrs. Grayson's full white thighs spread outward and the thin
pink slit of her warmly seeping vagina nestled lovingly now
against his long, hot, lust-engorged cock where it thrust upward
from the opening in his pants. Tim moved his arms around the
older woman and she put hers up around his neck. Her fresh,
moistly hair-lined pussy slid tenderly up and down along the
blood-swollen shaft of his cock, and her body began to jerk
wildly. The passionate secretary was deep in an erotic trance.
She could not make a sound, but the sound was all inside her.
She reached her hand down and spread her aching cuntal lips
with her fingers as much as possible and then let the big smooth-
headed cock fit up inside their moistened circumference.
Unable to stand any more of it, Tim cried out, "MOTHER!" and
bucked his hips forward and upward as hard as he could. Mrs.
Grayson could hardly keep from crying out, but somehow she managed
as the thickly advancing cock slid slowly upward into her tightly
clenching cunt. Slowly it wormed its hard way up into her tender
softness, and she worked her hips down upon it, filling herself
with it, loving it, and wanting it with all her seething flesh.
"What? What's the matter, Tim? What did you call me like
that?"
"Just ... wanted ... to see if you were listening ..."
"Your voice sounds hoarse, Tim ... is that girl taking care
of you? You tell Sylvie that I'm going to give her a piece of my
mind if you get another cold. Your health comes first."
Tim wasn't listening as he began to fuck upward higher and
higher into the moist darkness of the older woman's experienced
cunt.
"Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... oh yeah ..." he murmured. "Yes,
mother, yes, mother, YES!"
Mrs. Grayson wanted to scream out to him as she sometimes did
when there was no open telephone connection involved. "OH FUCK ME
FUCK ME FUCK ME TIM FUCK ME GOOD AND HARD!"
The young senator had begun a steady rhythm up into her tight
warm vagina, and his strong hard cock was pushing, sliding racing
farther, the whole of it arching from the strong vaginal pressure
on it. His over-stimulated penis throbbed between the tender
vaginal lips, the elastic-rimmed tightness of his trustworthy
secretary, sending fiery thrills through him as he began to flick
his hips hard up and down. He felt her alternately relax and
tighten onto his advancing and retreating cock.
Mrs. Grayson's naked buttocks, trembling and white, slid up
and down upon Tim Cassidy's trousered legs as she felt herself
ramming openmouthed down upon him. She had freed his testicles
from his pants, and they snuggled up into the tightly clenched
crack between her eagerly trembling thighs. Size had never felt
him higher or harder inside her! Her warm velvety pussy clung
naked and hair-fringed around the thickness of his thrusting cock,
its moist pink mouth spreading to admit every inch of the slippery
penis. In spite of herself, she began to emit low hums of ecstatic
bliss, as her breasts heaved and her lips twisted with erotic
passion. Her mouth worked excitedly as her voluptuously writhing
body broke out in a thin film of perspiration. Her head rolled
from side to side, her dark, silver-streaked hair swaying as her
broadly flaring hips began a slow demanding roll above the
senator's heavily impaling cock. And then suddenly, with an
erotically wet sluicing noise, her hungrily grasping pussy screwed
itself nakedly down even more tightly against his exposed loins
and Tim was forced to clench his teeth in a desperate effort to
control himself.
"That's a good idea, Mother ... you're absolutely right," he
said to the speaker phone, and when he heard his mother's voice
continue he knew that he had made the correct reply.
Meanwhile, the older woman who lewdly straddled Tim's rampant
cock had entered another world. Her ripe feminine body was
bursting with lust as every section of it responded to Tim's
rigidly impaling cock, and in a wildly untamed manner she rode him
relentlessly. Her body screaming inside with agonizing delight.
She gurgled softly as the licentiously mounting sensations
overtook her right there in Senator Cassidy's office with a bevy
of secretaries outside typing and filing. Out the window she
could see the Capitol Building right over Tim Cassidy's shoulder,
and all along she was being magnificently fucked by the darling
young boy! Nothing else mattered but the incredible feelings
racing inside her totally feed and churning cunt, making her
quiver wildly as the hard blunt cock-head sped hotly in and out
against her inner cuntal flesh.
The warm wet pussy flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically
around Tim's lust-driven cock as the Startling tide of the orgasm
struck him.
Tim's loins released such a burning heat as his sperm spurted
violently outward and up into the softly yielding flesh that
surrounded his throbbing cock, that great gusts of steam seemed to
fill him as he fucked on into both of their orgasms. They seemed
to cum forever, his hot wet semen ricocheting wildly against his
long-time secretary's desperately contracting womb. Her hands
grabbed onto Tim's blonde hair as they writhed together on the
chair and choked back the moans that threatened to pour forth from
both their lips, and Tim knew that Mrs. Grayson was cumming not
once but several times in rapid succession. Her eyes were totally
lost, turned upward into their sockets as a glistening bit of
saliva formed upon her lips. Tim could see that she was enjoying
it every bit as much as he. She was wriggling this way and that,
moving her naked loins up and down and from side to side, milking
every tiny drop of cascading sperm from his wildly climaxing cock.
Her mouth bit down hard on his suddenly, and Tim felt everything
inside him lurch toward the woman who was old enough to be his
mother. He was giving her his all, and this acute, sky-thrusting
orgasm was his reward. It spun through his system, creating
turmoil in every nerve ending, and the young senator felt the
receding sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking
pressure of his secretary's slender, hair-lined cuntal passage on
his still-wildly-fucking cock. A thin rivulet of perspiration
trickled from his forehead as Mrs. Grayson slumped at last into
his arms. There was a lewd pool of wetness where their naked
flesh still touched, and Tim was glad that he always kept a change
of clothes at the office. He would need it today.
"Jesus!" he thought. "Jesus Christ!"
A buzzer sounded, and Tim started. His mother's voice was
droning on and her words were suddenly clear to him again.
"... and I won't take no for an answer! You'll both come
here in two weeks for dinner ... I've invited some very
influential people, including your nemesis, Senator Grotter. Just
a small party ... you can easily fly down to Grandville for it
..."
Mrs. Grayson was already lifting herself up from her young
employer's slowly deflating cock. She felt weak and drained, but
somehow uplifted. The day's work would fly by now, and soon she
would be on her way home. There were very few days when her job
was not lightened in this unusual way, and she looked adoringly at
the senator as she began to hurriedly adjust her clothes.
"Got to go now, Mother ... Yes, we'll come ... Send Sylvie
a note or call her ... got another call coming in. Yes, goodbye,
Mom!"
He pressed the button that broke the connection and then,
still leaving the speaker phone on, let the new call come through.
"Senator, it's the President's office calling." Tim rapidly
replaced his spent organ within the safe confines of his pants and
nodded to Mrs. Grayson. Briskly the older woman turned and left
the room, leaving him alone to take the call.
"Put them through!" Tim ordered, clearing his throat.
"Senator Cassidy? This is Gardner Peals, and I'm calling you
for the President. He would like to have you come to his office
tomorrow at 3:00 p m. for a private briefing about the course of
the war. Will you be able to come?"
"Of course ... I'll be there!" Tim smiled broadly. He knew
that before long, the President would be calling him directly on
the phone without the use of intermediaries. His status in
Washington was rising steadily and they were just about ready to
start the big thrust for the nomination. Most of the others had
been running all along, but he had remained in the background. In
the background, but not idle. His brother Ron had been busy
scurrying all over the country feeling out the mood and setting up
what was bound to become a Cassidy push within the next few weeks.
The way things were looking, it was certain that there would be a
Cassidy draft at the nominating convention. Then, having done his
homework well and made the right friends and the right enemies,
Tim Cassidy would step in and take over.
Meanwhile, he could afford to remain an enigmatic figure, one
who insisted he would not be in the running.
"Thank you, Senator. We'll-see you then." Peals, one of the
President's top aides, hung up, and Tim pressed the button which
would turn off the speaker phone.
With a sigh, he turned his swivel chair toward the window.
There were a few clouds in the sky now, and it looked as if it
were going to rain. All thoughts of his bossy, talkative mother
and of his erotically inclined secretary were gone from Tim's mind
now as his blue eyes stared out at the Capitol Building shining
white in the near distance. He was due down on the Senate floor
in a few minutes for a vote on the Hender Bill, and he would
shortly be riding the swift underground cars that went from the
senators' office buildings to the Capitol.
There was only the slightest bit of tingling left in Tim's
loins as a memory of Mrs. Grayson's licentious visit only a few
moments before flashed through his brain. The sensual interlude
had done what it always did for the ambitious young man---it had
cleared his head for the real problems that lay ahead ... left him
free for the scheming and plotting that would lead him to the
place in the world where he thought he really belonged ... 1600
Pennsylvania Avenue ... The White House.
Chapter 11
Sylvie noticed the clouds gathering above her and began to
walk a bit faster. She was pleased to see that the unusually
early warm weather that year had made the cherry blossoms begin to
bloom by the river, and she enjoyed their lovely sight and smell
as she strolled homeward. She and Tim had bought a very elegant
town house not far from the river. It was one of several that
formed an exclusive neighborhood of Washington notables.
They spent most of their time going between their Washington
house and the family meeting place, the large sprawling manor
outside of Grandville, the state capitol that was Tim's hometown.
Sylvie liked the Washington house best because it was her house
... whereas at the family house she was likely to find herself in
the company of Tim's two younger brothers, Ron and Erick, who,
having been raised there, gravitated to the spot whenever
possible. In addition, it was much too close to her mother-in-
law's place in the city of Grandville for comfort. The elderly
lady was always "popping by" for one reason or another, and often
invited herself to stay, much to Sylvie's chagrin.
Now, however, there was little for Sylvie to worry about; and
the terrible time she had had with Erick, Tim's youngest brother,
and later with Ron, the brainy middle brother, seemed far away.
It didn't seem as though it could have happened to her at all, and
Sylvie was grateful that the old mental scars had healed so well.
As the day got darker and darker, however, Sylvie couldn't help
feeling a slight tremor. It had been so bright, so clear, only
moments before, and now everywhere she looked there was an ominous
glow that was almost frightening.
She shuddered and scurried on, her high-heels clicking on the
pavement and her lightweight dress fluttering pale and pink as her
hips swayed and her soft smooth breasts bounced with each step.
The wind began to whip her long blonde hair about on her head and
suddenly there were large splotches of rain splattering down on
her. She hadn't even bothered to wear a coat! The house was
still several blacks away and Sylvie wondered where she might take
shelter. A flash of light and a booming sound of thunder rolling
in the distance told her that it would be unwise to stand beneath
a tree. Lightning crackled sharply somewhere in the distance and
after a few seconds another loud peal of thunder made her break
into a run.
Then Sylvie was aware of someone calling her name. At first
she wasn't sure, but then she knew it was so. "Mrs. Cassidy ...
Mrs. Cassidy!"
A dark car rolled up beside her, and a man leaned over and
held the door open for her.
"GET IN!" he called. "DON'T CATCH COLD, MRS. CASSIDY!"
The voice was terribly familiar, and Sylvie hesitated. It
was Frank ... her husband's former valet! At first she thought
she would not get into the car beside him, and then there was
another peal of thunder and she told herself that the past was all
over and she had no reason to shy away from Frank. What she had
done, she had done under the influence of a powerful drug. Erick
Cassidy, her younger brother-in-law, was the one who had
instructed Ella, her maid, to give it to her, telling her that it
was medicine.
Trying not to think about all that, she hurried into the car
and closed the door behind her. She must act natural, Sylvie told
herself, although being wet to the skin had caused her to feel
more vulnerable than she had in years---as though by seeing Frank
again she had brought back those terrible moments she had endured
in Grandville.
"Why Frank!" she said. "What a wonderful surprise ... and
you've come just in the nick of time! I would have been wetter
still in a few moments!"
Frank smiled at-her in his familiar servile way. He had been
a servant of the old school, the kind that no longer exists except
in a few fortunate English homes. He had served the Cassidy
family for many years, and had even continued to serve after the
incident in Sylvie's dressing room. Then he had given notice,
explaining that his health was failing and that he would like to
use his hard earned wages to make the rest of his days as
comfortable as possible.
Tim had added a goodly sum of money to the wages owed to
Frank, and had seen to it that Frank got a comfortable apartment
in a pleasant neighborhood in Washington. They had thought they
would hear no more from him, but now here he was.
"Glad to be of service, Mrs. Cassidy, you know that!" he said
softly. The car was moving slowly along, and Sylvie peered out
through the rain.
"I think you turn at the next corner, Frank!" she reminded
the elderly man.
"Only too glad to be of service," he repeated, and Sylvie
wondered for a second if his mind was going. She thought with
alarm of the night when she had rung for him ... it was after
taking the "medicine". She had lain nakedly writhing on the floor
of her dressing room when he entered. Sylvie flushed a deep red
at the thought now, and at the idea of how she must have looked.
Then she remembered the candle ... the gilded candle that she had
been desperately trying to ensconce within the tightness of her
straining, tingling vagina.
"Oh, help me, Frank," she had cried to him. "HELP ME!"
"How are you, Mrs. Cassidy?" Frank inquired now, and Sylvie
wrenched herself back to the present. Why was he making a left
turn instead of a right?
"Why, I'm just fine, Frank, and the Senator is well too.
You're looking quite well yourself. Enjoying your retirement?"
She did her best to make small talk, but she could hear her voice
trembling. Perhaps it was the drenched state of her clothing.
She felt a definite chill! She had to get home right away!
"I must get home swiftly, Frank!" she declared. "I think you
may have made a wrong turn ..."
"Oh, Mrs. Cassidy, I was so hoping to show you my apartment.
You know, the Senator has seen it, but you never have. I've made
quite a few improvements ... I have my own workshop, you know, and
nothing gives me more pleasure than to ..."
So that was it ... he was taking her to his apartment!
Sylvie tried to think of what she should do. She had learned that
it was important to maintain a semblance of dignity, even in the
most difficult situations, and now she counted on Frank's long
training as a valet and her own instinctive calling toward being a
true "lady". She must maintain that relationship, no matter what.
But she was frightened as the car gathered speed, and she turned
to see Frank's lips set in that same smile, his gray hair slicked
back in a different way, a new, more debonair way.
Come, now, she told herself. He's just an old man ... he
lives all alone ... probably lonely, needs company. He's proud of
his house and wants to show it of, that's all!
"I'd ... I'd love to see it, Frank!" she lied. "I hope it's
nice and warm ... I'm soaked clear through!"
"Oh yes ... you'll dry out there!" Frank promised, nodding
his head in a strange manner.
The rain poured down across the windshield of the car.
Sylvie noted that the car was brand new and showed very little
use. She speculated upon the amount of money that her husband Tim
had added to his valet's pension, and surmised that it was
probably a great deal. Frank ought to be very satisfied, she
thought. There's no reason for me to worry! But what Sylvie
wanted more than anything, as the car driven by the silent and
enigmatic retired valet sped toward the northwest, was to be safe
and warm at home. The nervous young blonde clutched and
unclutched her fingers, clasping them tightly together upon her
leather pocketbook which she held in her lap. Already, she was
wishing that she had stayed in bed that morning instead of going
out to enjoy the bright sunshine. All that sunshine was gone now,
and a dark fear was spreading inside her which was augmented by
the thunderstorm that surrounded the small compact car and its
strangely determined driver.
Frank could feel Sylvie's nervousness beside him, and he
wanted to tell her that there was really nothing to be nervous
about. But somehow he didn't know how to couch the words. She
would just have to wait until they arrived at his apartment. It
wouldn't be long now. It was still difficult for the older man to
converse easily with any of the Cassidys after so many years in
their service, so many years of "Yes, Ma'am" and "No, Sir" and
"Will mat be all, Sir?"
Frank thought about the early days when he had been hired by
old man Jenson Cassidy and his wife Thelma. The three boys had
been mere children then, and things had been considerably
different. Different, that is, from the way they were later on
when Frank---an aging though still effective worker---became young
Mr. Tim's valet. He had seen Tim through his bachelor days and
watched the comings and going of hundreds of comely young women,
and then he had been with him during the first few years of his
marriage to Sylvie. Frank knew, as did all the servants in the
big house in Grandville, that strictly speaking Sylvie was not of
the same caliber as the Cassidys. He had even heard Mrs. Thelma
Cassidy refer to her daughter-in-law as a "shopkeeper's daughter
from the sticks." Nevertheless, with her elegant looks and
manners and that natural poise of hers, Sylvie had managed to hold
her own. There were a few minor exceptions, of course, and Frank
smiled to himself now as he recalled that night when Sylvie's
voice had spoken so harshly into the intercom. Frank could not
recall the exact words, but she had said something like "HELP ...
YOU'VE! GOT TO COME HELP ME!"
"Here we are, Mrs. Cassidy!" Frank said, pulling up in front
of a small three-story apartment building. There were similar
houses on either side of it, and sloping lawns ran down to the
sidewalk, divided by descending concrete steps.
Wet and cold as she was, Sylvie did not want to enter that
building. Yet, she knew that she would. She had very little to
say in the matter. Frank hurried around the front of the car and
opened the door for her. Then he produced an umbrella and, taking
her gently by the elbow, escorted her up the concrete steps to the
front door of the small apartment building. For a moment he
fumbled with his keys, and then they were entering the warm
interior of the building.
"Here we are ... it's right here!" he said, a tone of
excitement entering his voice.
Once more Sylvie reminded herself that the Cassidys at least
owed Frank a little bit of interest in his life after he had been
with them for so long. After all, servants were people, too ...
not to be dismissed with a nod and a thank you and some money as
though they had no real lives of their own. She felt a little
better as she entered the apartment. It was quite large inside,
and although sparsely furnished it gave the appearance of being
very comfortable. A wall-to-wall rug covered the living room
floor, and an old-fashioned sofa looked like a good spot for her
to sit. But first she gravitated toward a radiator that was
giving off steam heat in a corner of the room.
"Yes, that's right, Mrs. Cassidy, warm yourself. Shall I
make some tea?"
"Tea would be lovely, Frank!" Sylvie replied, her teeth
chattering as she backed up against the radiator and looked around
her and Frank disappeared into what she assumed was the kitchen.
Through an open door at the end of the living room she could see a
large double bed, and upon its white chenille spread lay what
appeared to be some kind of tools. She remembered that Frank had
told her he had some kind of workshop, and she wondered what kind
of things he made. Then she saw for the first time that the end
tables on either side of the sofa were covered with framed
photographs. She went over to see the pictures and was startled
when she saw that each frame contained a photograph of a member of
the Cassidy family. They were all taken from newspapers and
magazines, but had been cleverly cropped so that they looked like
real pictures. Everyone was there; a smiling and waving Thelma
Cassidy, looking half her seventy-odd years, wiry and spry as a
young girl in her flowing veils and stylishly cut dress ... an old
picture of Jenson Cassidy, the enterprising oil magnate who had
been dead for many years now---the picture showed him shaking with
President Teddy Roosevelt, and Sylvie was shocked to think of how
long ago it had been taken ... then there was Tim, her husband,
and Sylvie's heart skipped a beat to see a young and innocent-
looking boy, probably still in prep school, years before their
marriage, when she herself had probably been in grade school.
Frank had known her husband then, and even before that, and Sylvie
realized that she had rarely, if ever, thought of this fact. Why,
Frank was more of a Cassidy than she was, really!
There were also pictures of Ron graduating from Yale, already
looking sternly serious and determined, and of Erick sitting on
the zebra-striped seats of that famous nightclub in New York with
some gorgeous debutante. Then Sylvie saw a photo of herself! It
was by far the largest and the most recent, but she had not seen
it at first because it was half hidden behind the lamp. She
recognized the photograph as the one from the cover of Weekly
Magazine. One of the best she'd ever taken, it showed her
perfectly balanced patrician features, her broad smile and shining
white teeth and her flowing blonde hair, framed before a
background of the Capital Building in Washington. It had been
taken several years before, and Sylvie recalled looking at it
carefully that night ... the fatal night when she had taken the
fake medicine! Frank must have cut it out then, she thought with
alarm. Homey sounds of clinking china were coming from the
direction of the kitchen.
Hurriedly, Sylvie replaced the picture so that it was behind
the lamp. She remembered that the caption had read: "SYLVIE
CASSIDY the popular D.A.'s wife/On her way to Washington?"
Well, here she was in Washington, and her husband had already
been reselected to the Senate. She knew that his brother Ron was
already hard at work so that Tim would get his party's nomination
at the convention, and Tim himself never ceased to remind her that
she must never do or say anything that would reflect poorly upon a
prospective First Lady. She must act as though she had already
attained that exalted height, and that way there would be no
problems.
But at this moment Sylvie felt very far from being a First
Lady. In fact, she was acutely aware of the fact that she was
not. Some of her old insecurity that she had known in the early
days returned to her as she thought anxiously that perhaps she
would not make a good President's wife after all. She had been
doing just fine so far, true, and there wasn't a Washington
hostess who did not vie for her presence at the numerous teas and
parties that took place in and around Washington. She and her
senator husband were always invited to the most prestigious
embassy parties as well, and Sylvie was famous for her clothes and
her exquisite good looks. A tall, willowy blonde, there was
little that she could wear that did not become her; and her
figure, she knew, was the envy of all the women who were
acquainted with her. People sensed the deep sensual bond between
her and the handsome Senator, and it made them one of the most
popular couples in Washington. Her husband's brother and expert
campaign manager, Ron, had put it crudely to her long ago, and
Sylvie had to admit that he'd been correct.
"The people want to elect a senator who looks like he's
getting laid. And you're our ticket to ride!"
Sylvie sat uncomfortably upon the sofa. Her dress was still
damp, although she felt quite a bit warmer than before. She
wished that she had something to put around her, for she feared
that the already thin material of her dress had become so
translucent with moisture that the round brown tips of her bare
nipples beneath were showing. What am I doing here anyway? she
asked herself. I should have insisted that Frank take me right
home! She repeated to herself her husband's words when she had
worried about the aging valet's reaction to that devastating
evening in her dressing room.
"I trust Frank implicitly, Sylvie. I'm sure he only thought
he was doing the right thing. He was following your orders, even
though they were bizarre. He was responding above and beyond the
call of duty. I'm sure he looks upon it that way. Don't forget,
he was trained long ago in England to respond to the most unusual
of circumstances with dignity and calm. You and I will try to
forget about what happened. Certainly Frank already has!"
"Here we are, Mrs. Cassidy!" Frank said, entering the room
with a tray. The piping hot tea steamed from the pot as he set it
down on the low coffee table in front of Sylvie, and she could not
help looking forward to its warmth.
"As I recall, you take two lumps and a little bit of milk.
Is that correct?" Frank smiled down at her, and Sylvie blushed.
"Yes," she replied, lowering her eyes. "Yes, thank you,
Frank!" The man's memory was obviously quite excellent!
The hot tea tasted delicious, and Sylvie sat back, just a bit
more at ease than before. She tried, however, to keep her arms in
front of her, just in case her nipples showed too clearly. There
were times when she wished she still wore a brassiere, and this
was one of them. Some people just didn't understand that the
times were changing.
"Well, Frank," she said, breaking into the long silence that
threatened to become uneasy. "What a cozy place you have here. I
really like it. Tell me, how do you spend your time, now that you
have so much of it?"
"Oh, I keep quite busy." Frank had taken a seat opposite
Sylvie in a straight-backed chair that he pulled up to the coffee
table. He drank his own tea with relish. "I work on my little
gadgets ... and then there's the book."
"The book? What book?" Sylvie asked. Suddenly everything
inside her was listening, waiting for what the gray-haired man's
answer would be.
"Why, the book about the Cassidys, of course!" he replied
easily, as though she should have known all along. "I see where
everyone's writing books these days, and in my youth I used to
fancy myself a writer. That was before I went to training school,
of course!" he added with a twinkle in his dark brown eyes.
Sylvie was silent. She couldn't think of a thing to say. It was
all she could do to keep her hands from trembling on her teacup.
"Oh yes, I keep busy! I have a very modern tape recorder
that I use to dictate into. It's the best way, I understand. Oh
yes, I have a lot of memories already down on tape."
"I ... I see ..." Sylvie stammered.
Frank was thinking about how well his book was going. The
Cassidys had been his life, and he knew more about them than about
anything on earth. It would be splendid to have that fact
acknowledged. He would become a celebrity in his own right.
"There's already a columnist fellow who says he'd be
interested in helping me get the book published," Frank said
quietly. He was watching young Sylvie Cassidy carefully.
"Perhaps you'd like to hear some of the tapes?" he inquired.
Outside a siren was screaming, and a fire truck clattered
past. Sylvie felt that sirens were wailing inside her head, that
any second the terrible throbbing would burst from her temples.
"Yes ... yes, I would like that," she said. A part of her
knew that the danger was near, that it was in fact present, but
another part of her dared to hope that there was nothing to worry
about. Frank got up and started into the bedroom, motioning her
to follow.
"This is my workroom back here," he said.
On legs that wobbled and trembled, Sylvie followed her
husband's former valet into the room.
"There's something I'd like to ask your advice about, anyway,
Mrs. Cassidy," Frank said. "Won't you sit down on that chair
there?" He pointed to a chair that was placed between the bed and
in impressive bank of taping equipment that sat upon a long table
against the wall.
Sylvie sat down. There was a deadness inside her, a numb
spot that she sometimes had before she was going to be sick. I
must not get sick now, she told herself. I must remain calm.
Frank reached into a cabinet and withdrew a reel of tape. He
congratulated himself once more and was thankful for the twist of
fortune that had brought the tape into his hands. He fondled it
carefully, thinking back to that night. Frank's dormant penis
began to pulse with life as he remembered Sylvie Cassidy's
silkenly naked body. She had pulled him to her.
"Frank, you've got a cock in there ... You've got a good
hard cock!" She had to have it inside her, no longer satisfied by
his own efforts to help flier get the gilded candle into the
tightly clasping orifice of her golden-fringed pussy. Pushing him
down on the soft rug of her dressing room, her mind crazed by the
drug Erick had sent to her id the guise of medicine, Sylvie hod
mounted his rigid and startled cock.
Frank seemed to feel that incredible sensation still, and he
wondered how much of it Sylvie Cassidy remembered. His long cock
throbbed excitedly as he recalled the tightness and the strength
of Sylvie's yearning cunt, wrapping itself around his upthrusting
penis as she bounced up and down on it. She had commanded him to
thrust the candle into the tight nether hole of her anus, and he
had tried his best to do so, while withstanding her forceful
attack.
He could not deny that it had been pleasurable to serve Mrs.
Cassidy in that manner, and when young Mr. Ron had entered, he too
had felt the same way. Sylvie had been pressed between the two of
them, her brother-in-law Ron and himself, at one point, and Frank
had found her stretched and throbbing rectum a willing receptacle
for his lustfully hard cock. He remembered how much Sylvie had
seemed to like having the two ramming, worming penises inside her
at once, and it was then that Frank had ejaculated far into his
employer's wife's buttock-cushioned anus, in the most powerful
orgasm that he had ever known. When the youngest brother, Erick,
came in, Frank was already getting hard again, and he was hoping
that he might be called upon one more time to satisfy the
outlandish craving that consumed Sylvie Cassidy's deeply tanned,
honey-and-gold nakedness.
It was not to be, however, and Frank had thought it best to
leave swiftly via the service door when Sylvie's husband, the
senator-to-be, came in and found them all lustfully writhing with
his lewdly drugged wife.
The entire story might have ended there, Prank thought now as
he fondled the tape, had he not chanced to pass the open library
door downstairs on his way to the back of the house. Something
made him go in, and there he found the minute tape recorder on the
floor.
His father before him had often told him that a man's chance
often came but once in a lifetime, and if he is lucky enough to
see it he must grab at it while he can. It had been a simple
matter to borrow Morrison, the chauffeur's, taping equipment and
to make a copy of the contents of the recording in his own small
room then and there. He had done so and slipped the little
recorder back exactly where he'd found it, and no one had ever
been the wiser. Until now, at least.
Frank did not know what had made him do it. Perhaps the
untoward events in which he had so recently indulged had changed
his thinking so that he was able to foresee that the little tape
recorder might contain something of value to him. He had not
dreamed that it would be a tape of Sylvie and Erick, her husband's
youngest brother, making furious and ecstatic love. It had been
quite a bonus for the elderly valet to play this tape back to
himself while the others were still upstairs working out their
lusts. He had enjoyed hearing Mrs. Cassidy's groans of desire,
and Frank thought how much company the little tape had been to him
all these years. Why, prior to that evening he had been certain
that his youth was gone. He rarely thought of such things. As a
younger man, he had known many young girls, but none of them had
matched Mrs. Cassidy in either beauty or in sensual intensity!
He slipped the tape onto his machine now, aware that Sylvie
Cassidy was watching his every move.
"Would you like to hear this?" he inquired. "I'd like you to
tell me if you think I should include this part in the book."
Dumbly, Sylvie nodded. She could feel her palms sweating,
and the tape began. What could it possibly be, she wondered,
terrified.
"I ... want ... a ... girl ... just ... like ... the girl ...
that married ... dear old ... DAD! ... You ain't seen nothing
yet!"
Sylvie almost fell off the chair. That tape had been
destroyed long ago! She had been present when her husband burned
it! Yet here it was ... back to haunt her! The unmistakable
sounds of Sylvie's voice lewdly enticing her husband's youngest
brother in a hotel room, inviting him to look at her nakedness,
filled the small bedroom. Erick had spliced the secretly-made
tape later on so that Sylvie's later attempts to stop the course
of events that she had started were completely erased. There
followed only the intensely wet sounds and blissful gurglings of
human copulation. Sylvie once more heard herself screaming as
Erick's hard pounding cock brought a release to all her built-up
tensions. Over and over again she cried out as her orgasms
accumulated and grew stronger and stronger. "OH FUCK ME FUCK ME
HARDER HARDER!"
Sylvie wanted to stand up and rip the tape to shreds. Anger
replaced her original fear, and she glared at Frank's happily
listening face.
"That could be anyone ... ANYONE AT ALL! You must be crazy
to think you can make anyone believe ..."
"Oh, Mrs. Cassidy," Frank declared, "I hope you're not upset
by this. Actually I did think you might prefer to own this part
of my little book yourself. It is, after all, so ... how shall I
put it ... intimate!"
Sylvie stood and began to blurt out exactly what she thought
of Frank and of the tape.
"Blackmail!!!" she cried. "YOU CAN'T BLACKMAIL THE CASSIDYS!
WHY, MY HUSBAND HAS ALREADY GIVEN YOU MORE MONEY THAN YOU COULD
POSSIBLY KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH!!!"
Frank was continuing as though he hadn't heard her. It was
distasteful to him that he had annoyed her so, but then he thought
that she might calm down a bit later when he had finished what he
had to say.
"... and as for this tape being anybody, I'm sure you've
heard of voice prints by now. They are relatively new, but
already very conclusive when it comes to identifying voices I'm
surprised that you don't know that, Mrs. Cassidy."
Sylvie sat back down as though the breath had been knocked
out of her. Was it her imagination, or did Frank seem to be
looking at her in a new way? She was sure he was looking at her
breasts, and she could feel her nipples contracting fearfully at
the thought. She kept her legs pressed tightly together as she
sat primly on the edge of the sofa. It was hard to play the part
of an indignant wife when that tape was still playing, with her
own voice on it raised like a common harlot, wailing and moaning
and obviously enjoying ill
"Perhaps you'd like to have a brandy while you listen to the
rest." Frank was suggesting, and Sylvie seemed to hear him
through a fog. She nodded yes, just to get him out of the room,
and as soon as he had left she leapt up and began to try to push
buttons and pull levers to get the tape off of the recorder.
Unhurriedly, Frank returned carrying two brandy snifters and
a bottle of aged cognac.
"I hope you didn't hurt your fingers, Mrs. Cassidy." he said.
"Actually, you may have that tape if you like. I have another
copy." He held the brandy glass within reach. "Do drink this.
I'm sure it will make you feel better!"
He himself took a deep sip from his own glass, letting his
eyes wander over the slim, well-rounded body on the sofa across
from him. He could remember every detail of its nakedness, every
quiver of her taut little pussy around his sturdily-built cock.
It made him just a little bit angry to see the contempt that Mrs.
Cassidy seemed to have for him. It showed in her eyes, and then
there was that thing that she had just said about money. As
though he wouldn't have any idea what to do with a great sum of
money if he had it! He didn't feel as sorry for her as before
thinking of that, and of her unfriendly attitude toward him when
he had helped her out that night, when she thought she might die
if she did not have his own stiff cock lunging high into her rich
little fur-lined pussy!
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!" Sylvie finally shouted out.
The tape was going on and on, and the terrible compromising
lewdness of her own voice was beginning to drive her crazy. Worse
than that, the distinct noises ... the all too explicit sounds of
her own husband's brother Erick's hard cock rising steadily harder
and harder into her moistly churning cunt. Oh God, it was too
much to bear!!
"Why, I certainly don't care to take any of the Cassidy's
money, Mrs. Cassidy. The entire family has been good to me in
that way. There's something else I'd like to have."
There was a long silence while Frank seemed to mull these
words over in his mind, Sylvie downed the whole of her brandy,
thankful for the burning warmth it created in her mouth and throat
and then in her jittery stomach. She dared not speak. Her tongue
felt thick and fuzzy in her mouth, and she longed for more brandy.
Frank leaned forward as if anticipating her thoughts, and she
wondered if she had been looking longingly at the bottle. He
filled her glass again, this time to the very brim, and her hand
trembled so as she lifted it to her parched lips that several
drops fell across the front of her pink dress.
As she brushed her fingers across the wet spots, she could
see the voluptuously large mounds of her breasts, and the all too
well-defined protrusions of her nipples. She shivered as the
brandy coursed down her throat this time, and then knew that all
hope was lost when Frank began to clear his throat. She had hoped
that the silence might go on forever, that he might never speak
again the words which would tell her what she already knew. Yet,
that was impossible of course ... and he had already spoken before
the words became clear in her head.
"I'm an old man, Mrs. Cassidy. When I left your employ
because of my health, it occurred to me that I might never ever
again know the kind of delights that you had bestowed upon me that
one night! You were ... uh ... magnificent, if I may say so!"
Frank's face was radiant as Sylvie looked at him, her own face
ashen and her features strained by the events of the past few
hours. "Since I know that you are prone to enjoy such things ...
and, I might add, you seemed to find me quite acceptable that
night ... I thought perhaps ..."
"NEVER!" Sylvie cried out. But she was thinking of her
husband Tim hard at work back at his office. She was thinking of
his push for the nomination ... of his bid for the presidency.
The situation was more delicate and dangerous than she had
thought, and it was all her fault!
Frank seemed disappointed, but undaunted by her reply, and
she was alarmed when he went on talking as though she hadn't
spoken. His mind has gone! she thought. He's crazy!
"I was drugged that night, Frank!" she cried. "You've got to
understand that that had nothing to do with me ... not the real
me!" Sylvie realized that she was only partially telling the
truth. It was true that she was drugged the night she had yelled
down for Prank to come and help her; but as for the night with her
husband's youngest brother---that spoiled brat Erick---she had not
been drugged at all, not even drunk. But how could she explain
that she had really been temporarily deranged. It didn't sound
right, no matter what! If she complained to be temporarily
unbalanced, that was as derogatory a thing for a senator's wife to
be as being under the influence of a potent aphrodisiac. Erick
had driven her to it with his lies and his taunting, and her own
physical frustration had been brought on by her husband's lack of
attentions. They were so happy together now, though, that she had
trouble remembering how dreadful it had been when he had been so
uninterested in her wifely charms!
"Perhaps you were drugged, Mrs. Cassidy," Frank was replying,
"but I don't know if the columnist will understand that."
Sylvie sucked in her breath, her face flushed.
Frank reached forward to flick a switch that started the by-
now-completed tape into rewind. Then he started it up again.
Sylvie reached forward and grabbed the brandy bottle, pouring
herself a stiff glassful. She took half the glass in one quick
swallow, coughing slightly from the burning sensation in her
throat.
This time, Frank felt his cock jerk slightly as he heard
Sylvie's recorded moaning in the throes of abandoned intercourse.
He watched the horrified and helpless expression crossing over the
young blonde woman's face with a new kind of inward sadistic
satisfaction.
Since Sylvie was still sitting motionless in the chair, he
added: "You do understand, Mrs. Cassidy, don't you? You can
certainly make my declining years much more pleasant with just the
slightest bit of ... uh ... cooperation!"
Sylvie stood up quickly and tried to force her way past her
husband's former valet. She felt hysteria mounting rapidly inside
her as she yelled at him.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I'VE GOT TO GET HOME! YOU CAN'T
POSSIBLY EXPECT ME TO---WHY, MY HUSBAND ...!!!"
Frank easily barred her way, taking hold of both of Sylvie's
wrists with a surprisingly strong grasp. As soon as he touched
her, Sylvie knew that he meant to carry out his threat. His voice
was pleasant and his expression mild, but he meant to force her
into some kind of lewd agreement with him! She fought him
briefly, and then realized that she was helplessly compromising
her dignity. With great difficulty, she struggled to gain control
of herself again. Certainly she could reason with the man. He
was standing so close to her, his tall, elegantly thin body
slightly curved with age, that she could smell his cologne.
Yardley's ... she recognized it as the scent her father always
wore back in the little town in which she'd been raised.
"I'm sure Mr. Tim would want you to do anything you could to
help me out ... and then of course you would have the tapes ...
both copies to do with as you like. I'm sure my book will be
interesting enough without that whole chapter, although it does
lose some of its sale value, I'm sure!"
"If it's money ... Sylvie spit out desperately. But the
deceptively mild-mannered gentleman's gentleman waved his hand in
a gesture of annoyance.
"As you mentioned before, I already have more money than I
know what to do with."
Sylvie realized from the slightly sarcastic tone of his voice
that she had insulted him deeply, and she knew instinctively that
somehow she would pay dearly for that insult. Already the mention
of her husband's name was enough to send her into a complete state
of shock. Whatever happened, she must get the tapes and avoid
letting him know anything about this threat to his campaign! He
had already shown enough understanding where she was concerned,
and she didn't want to do anything now to lose his love. Nothing
must change that wonderful relationship they had now. Everything
just had to remain the same!
Suddenly she collapsed, falling back onto the edge of the
bed. She sat with her hands covering her face and began to sob
into theta like a little girl. "OH GOD! I DON'T KNOW! I JUST
DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"
Frank looked down at the tanned stockinged thighs that were
almost completely exposed as she sobbed into her hands. Her short
pink dress had snaked up higher than she knew and he could feel
small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied
the delicate fullness of her upper thighs.
"It's not too difficult for you, I'm sure," Frank said.
Although he was a native American, his English training had
brought a definite accent to his words, and Sylvie thought of how
ludicrous it was for her to be sitting there like that, crying
uncontrollably, while this man, so well known to her and yet a
total stranger, stood hovering menacingly over her.
But when she raised her head, ready to tell him that she
would return another time to discuss the matter further, she saw
something totally unexpected. There before her very eyes was the
bloated hardness of Frank's fully exposed penis. He stood holding
it now, just inches away from her face, and she jumped backward,
trying to scramble away from him.
"OH GOD NO!" she cried.
But he had already grabbed her by the shoulders and was
waving his nakedly throbbing cock in front of her face.
"Suck it ..." he said, so softly that she thought he might
not have spoken after all. But he said the horrible words again
and Sylvie knew that she had not been mistaken. "Suck it!" he
commanded, louder this time, pulling her unwilling head and
shoulders toward his beet-red, heavy-veined cock.
"I bet you like to suck cock!" he added reflectively. He had
thought about this many times. As a young man he had only
succeeded in having this rare treat once, and he had often thought
that any man worth his salt should have more than one such delight
in a lifetime. This would make twice, at least, he mused,
fondling the warmth of his rapidly hardening cock.
"This is grotesque, Frank ... You can't do this ... Frank
... You need help, Frank ... you mustn't do this to me!" Sylvie
babbled a steady stream of words, hardly realizing what she was
saying. But none of her words seemed to help, and she visualized
her senator-husband, handsome and serious, perhaps speaking right
now on the Senate floor, unaware of what was happening to her.
She must protect him at any cost!
Helplessly, she shuddered underneath the former valet's hard
fingers. She felt his hand at the back of her head, pushing her
face gently but filmy down. His other hand was still wrapped
around his own rigid cock that stood out in the air in front of
her like an ugly fleshy monster. She could see him rubbing the
wetly lubricated head with his thumb and forefinger, and then,
horribly irreversibly, he was rubbing it softly against her
tightly clenched lips. He continued to do so until it was evident
that she was not going to open her mouth. And then he reached
forward and pinched her nostrils tightly together.
Sylvie fought for a moment, trying to move her blonde head
from side to side in desperation, grunting out her protest at the
obscene performance that was being requested of her. Then with a
sudden gasp for air her mouth opened wide. Instantly Frank
flicked his hips forward, sliding the blood-filled head of his
penis thrusting deep within the confines of the young wife's
tender lips.
Again, Sylvie fought, but Frank, feeling the hot wetness of
her oral cavity against his pulsing penis, tangled his hands
cruelly into the Senator's wife's hair and forced her to begin a
gentle sucking motion.
"Ah ... ah ... oh ... Mrs. Cassidy ... yessssss!" he
murmured, oblivious to her torment as her lips unwillingly
hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into her wide-
forced mouth. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen
pulling from her availed lips as he drew back, and Frank smiled to
see his former mistress in such a subservient position. Passion
mounting in his loins as his thoughts wandered, Frank began a
rhythmic sawing back and forth, never quite drawing his hungrily
thrusting cock all the way out, but leaving the tip just inside
the warm moistness of Sylvie's stretched and aching mouth.
"So happy you could oblige me, Mrs. Cassidy!" he cried,
groaning as he thrust his loins forward into the warm moistness.
It was far, far better than he had imagined it would be. The
memory of his initiation into such oral delights had dimmed
considerably over the years, but now, he thought, he would have
this memory always. Mrs. Cassidy's golden-blonde head bent
backward as he forced his stiffly probing cock forward into her
mouth. Her deep blue eyes were alternately wide open in horror
and tightly closed as she performed the lewd task of sucking his
demanding, rock-hard penis! It was a sight to remember!
Frank looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so that
he could see a good profile view of the Senator's wife's face as
his lust-hardened shaft continued to saw rhythmically in and out
of her ovalled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to
tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as
though he were sinking the full length of it all the way down her
swan-like throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each
hard thrust he made, until only a little stretch of its purplish
mass showed glistening and protruding from between his lips.
Sylvie could protest no more. She was so completely
humiliated and shamed by what was happening that she only
whimpered now and then as the harshly thrusting rod of Frank's
cock plowed willfully into her widely-separated lips.
OH GOD! she thought. Let it end soon! It had to be over
soon, she told herself. He couldn't go on forever like this! I'm
doing it for Tim, she told herself. Perhaps this will satisfy him
and he will give me the tapes ... perhaps if I cooperate a bit
more ...
Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick, thrust forward toward
the throbbing head that pushed against it. Frank smiled as in the
mirror be could see her beginning to come to life. The sensations
around his happily surging cock told him that he had brought out
the hidden sensuality that he knew dwelled inside of the young and
beautiful Mrs. Cassidy.
He watched, hypnotized by the image in the mirror, as the
flesh of her soft pink lips was pulled grotesquely as he pulled
back and she began to suck hungrily. Her breasts jerking and
dancing within the loose folds of her dress added to the lust-
inciting picture presented to him in the mirror.
"That's it ... oh yes, that's the way!" he hissed, letting
his head roll backward as he arched his loins forward into her
hotly steaming mouth.
Preoccupied as she was by the horrible thing she was doing,
Sylvie could hear the wet lewd sounds of her tortured copulation
with her husband's brother rising throughout the small bedroom
mingling with the grunts and groans that burst from Frank's parted
lips and the strangled moans that came from her own stuffed mouth,
for the tape continued to spin out its shameful tale, reminding
her of the reason for her obscene sucking of Frank's distended
cock.
"Ohhhhhh ... faster ... a little faster!" Frank grunted out
as she slaved below him. His hands in her hair twisted and pulled
at the silken blonde strands and Sylvie could feel her body soaked
with perspiration. She wanted the final moment to come so that it
would be all over, and yet she feared the awful sensation of his
sperm ... the nasty, bitter wetness that would seep into her mouth
just when she least expected it.
"OH COME ON COME ON!" he urged. Frank was soaring somewhere
above the clouds. No longer a servant, he was a MAN ... and he
was ramming it deep into Mrs. Cassidy's straining throat! By God,
he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils before he was
through. His white sperm was going to shoot deep into her throat
and slide slowly down into her belly ... that same softly jiggling
belly that he had once known so well, and which he intended to
know again in the most intimate sense of the word! He could feel
the pressure growing in his testicles, which he had freed from the
encumbrance of his dignified and conservative trousers. He knew
it wouldn't be long now, because his swollen cock felt like it was
going to explode into a zillion pieces! He shoved his loins hard
up against Sylvie's vulnerable face, hearing her mumbles of
protest, but letting them go unheeded as he started on the final
race toward fulfillment to the long awaited end of his torture!
It was building ... building deep inside his quivering balls as he
gasped and bared his lips back over his teeth. All along his
incredibly hard penis he could feel the wild nibbling and sucking
of Mrs. Cassidy's warmly wet mouth. Bits of her spittle were
overflowing and dribbling down her chin as his bursting cock began
a sudden wild staccato jerking that let loose a flood of semen
without warning into Sylvie's wildly sucking mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" he moaned ecstatically.
Gust after gust of white hot sperm bloated her cheeks
unnaturally outward with each spurt of long-accumulated jism and
she began to choke and swallow, choke and swallow, sputtering
against Frank's thrusting loins.
"I'M THERE! I'M THERE ... KEEP SUCKING KEEP SUCKING! DON'T
STOP YET!" he rasped out, as his hands tangled fighter in her
hair. Convulsively he rammed his cock farther and farther down
her throat, as hopelessly-trapped Sylvie went on sucking as best
she could, feeling the voluminous quantities of the elderly
valet's cum flowing down her gagging throat. Tears were streaming
down her cheeks as with one last earth-shattering groan Frank
emptied the last of his sperm between her lips and clutched her
head to the dampness of his exposed loins.
"OH FUCK ME, FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER!" Her own taped voice
cried into the stillness, and Sylvie shuddered against the still-
quivering thighs of the valet. Gradually his satiated penis was
deflating in her mouth and she heard a great sigh of relief escape
from his lips. He was pulling away from her, and she
simultaneously pulled back, letting the limp mass of his cock fall
from her trembling lips.
"Oh ... Oh God ..." she cried softly. She scrambled away
from him, moving sideways on the bed until she could stand up, and
then, trembling and shaken, she headed for the door. But
something stopped her, and she turned back toward Frank who was
still standing there adjusting his trousers.
"The ... the tapes ... both copies ... I'll take them now!"
she managed to stammer out. The taste of his cum was acrid and
strong in her mouth, and she knew that her hair was a fright and
her clothes a rumpled mess. There was no window in the room, so
she could not tell whether or not the rain had stopped. It didn't
matter, she would run all the way home in the downpour if
necessary. If only she could get out of that horrible place and
take the incriminating tapes with her!
Frank looked at her in a manner which was both grateful and
apologetic at once.
"May I say," he began politely, only panting the slightest
bit after his powerful orgasm, "first of all, Mrs. Cassidy, you
were magnificent! You surpassed my fondest dreams ..."
"NEVER MIND THAT!" Sylvie screamed, and then lowered her
voice in an effort to control herself. "The tapes ... I'll have
them now!"
"Well, I was about to explain. I'm afraid you'll have to
come back. You see ... l don't keep both copies here ... But I
can manage to have them for you ... say ... next week, at this
same time?"
Sylvie did not know what to say. Her heart fell and she was
afraid she was going to go to pieces right then and there. Then
she spoke. "Very well ..." her voice broke, but she went on, "I
will expect you then. Next Monday."
Frank cleared his throat.
Absurdly, Sylvie focused on the pattern of the floral
wallpaper in the valet's bedroom. There was a terrible aching in
her temples, and she feared her legs would give way under her at
any second.
"It might be best for you to come here, Mrs. Cassidy. That
way you can go over some parts of the manuscript with me ... there
may be some things of interest to you ..."
Sylvie turned and ran out the door. In the living room she
scooped up her pocketbook from the couch and headed for the door.
She did not hear the valet following her, and for that much she
was grateful. When his apartment door was closed behind her she
headed for the street door and dashed outside. The cold air mass
that had enveloped Washington after the thunderstorm filled her
lungs as she began to clatter up the street on her high heels.
She knew she would never find a taxi in that neighborhood, and she
would have a long way to go. Her freedom gave her no pleasure
whatsoever since she knew that it was only temporary, and she
dreaded having to face her unsuspecting husband that evening at
the special dinner she had promised him.
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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