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!
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!
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