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!
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!
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