Chapter 7
Thelma Cassidy smiled for the photographers and kissed her son
affectionately. She was secretly pleased that her daughter-in-law
Sylvie was not present for the photographs, even though she had told
the family that she was deeply insulted that Sylvie couldn't even get
out of bed to see her.
"Cassidys don't get sick!" she told Tim, sternly, when he tried to
explain his wife's sudden illness to her. "At least not when they're
campaigning, they don't!!" she added.
Arlene stood nearby and thought she could not agree more. How Sylvie
could stay away on this important day was more than she could fathom.
They would be leaving Cederton that night, and the bulk of campaigning
was being done during the day. Thelma Cassidy had flown in with her own
entourage, looking fit and hearty for a woman of her years, and the
crowds gathered wherever they went, anxious to see all of the famous
family together. Only Sylvie was absent, locked in the hotel room,
complaining of fever and chills and producing thermometers to prove it.
By night time the entire group was exhausted, and when it came time to
go to the airport, Tim and his mother waited in a limousine outside the
hotel for his wife to come down.
Arlene had made sure that everything was packed and had helped Sylvie
get ready.
As she watched Sylvie getting uncertainly to her feet, Arlene had to
admit that her cousin did look sick. But not feeling very charitable
toward her idol's wife and remembering the young senatorial candidate's
stiff hard cock rising in her trembling cunt, scowled at Sylvie and
inquired, "Such a sudden illness ... what did you do last night to
bring it on?"
Sylvie remained silent and tight-lipped. What on earth had ever made
her think that she and Arlene were as close as sisters? Obviously there
was no one in the entire world she could depend on ... not even
herself! She wondered vaguely if Arlene suspected that Erick had come
to visit her, but then brushed it aside. No one would ever suspect the
depths of degradation she had been dragged through by her evil brother-
in-law!
"Probably screwing too much!" Arlene thought to herself bitterly,
imagining herself as the chaste and efficient wife of Tim Cassidy. How
much more suited for the job she was than her younger cousin! The
comparison was almost embarrassing. Poor Tim, if only he knew. But once
more, she reminded herself that she couldn't possibly do such a thing
as tell Tim what she knew about Sylvie. She would have to suffer in
silence while Tim went along believing his wife Sylvie to be a faithful
and obedient wife!
"Well, let's go!" she said briskly. "You know if you'd travel with your
maid, you wouldn't need me to do so many of these things for you!"
"Perhaps I don't need you to do anything for me!" Sylvie suddenly
snapped back. Just how much abuse was she supposed to take from her
cousin? She had brought her there to help her when she needed her most
but the older girl's presence thus far had only served to aggravate
things. She gathered herself up and walked straight and tall in front
of the startled brunette. She began to call upon deep wells of courage
inside her as she reached the elevator and knew that within moments she
would be facing her eagle-eyed mother-in-law. She pushed Arlene to the
back of her mind, she would have to deal with her later. Right now she
needed all the strength she could muster.
Arlene followed in stunned silence and saw Sylvie into the limousine.
Then she went to the next waiting car and got in beside the two
brothers, Ron and Erick. She saw Erick put something away in his pocket
as she got in beside the two brothers, and she wondered what it was.
Obviously, the two brothers were talking about something that they did
not want her to hear, for there was sudden silence as she got in.
"Sylvie any better?" Ron asked.
"Seemed much better," Arlene replied. "I think she'll be fine after
another day's rest."
"She's got that speech at the Woman's Club in Grandville," Ron muttered
darkly. "She'd feel better by day after tomorrow!"
In the front car, Thelma Cassidy turned toward Sylvie as they started
off to the waiting airport and the two waiting private planes.
"Tim tells me this illness came on suddenly last night! You poor dear!
Don't trust these hick doctors. When you get back to Grandville, I'm
sending Dr. Darling right over to you. He'll fix you up!"
"Right, Tim?" Thelma gave her handsome blonde son's hand a squeeze. Tim
was looking out the window, thinking of how it would feel to pass these
same bleak streets not as Tim Cassidy, D.A. of Grandville, but Senator
Tim Cassidy.
"Tim needs you to be well for him, Sylvie," Thelma went on. "Remember
... we Cassidys have a tradition to uphold. We are before the public
eye, and the public is very demanding. Nevertheless, we will show our
breeding and our backbone!
Sylvie set her teeth. "Yes, Mother Cassidy," she replied. "Yes, I know,
Mother Cassidy." Back between her sore buttocks she still felt a
horrible pain, a terrible memory of her evening with her husband's
brother. The lips of her vagina were sore and raw, and so far the
ointments she had applied had not helped at all. She ached all over. It
had not been hard to fake the thermometers, and when the doctor had
found her temperature normal, he'd declared that these things come and
go rapidly. "Had three cases of this flu already this week, the only
thing for it really is bed and rest. But I'll give you a shot, and you
can get this prescription filled. Take the pills every four hours. I
must say I've never seen such a famous patient. My little girls will be
thrilled!"
"Take care of my boy, now Sylvie ... I'm sending that darling, Dr.
Darling right over ... he'll give you some of those special shots he
gives me, and you'll be fit as a fiddle. Make sure that Tim gets some
rest now. He looks tired, and oh, yes, I'll see you for certain before
the big dinner at the governor's mansion." Thelma Cassidy headed away
from them on the air-strip toward her own plane and her waiting
entourage. She waved gaily to them after kissing them both goodbye, and
paused to kiss her other two boys, Ron and Erick, who stood nearby. Her
veils blew in the strong wind, and her still shapely legs moved briskly
away from them. They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and then
they moved toward the ramp of the airplane that would carry them home
to Grandville.
* * *
"Sorry to leave you sick in bed, Sylvie." Tim looked at his wife's wan
features as she lay propped on her own pillows in the family home. Got
to go to talk with the district leader over in the south district. I
may be late! Did Dr. Darling give you those shots?" Tim put as much
faith in the family doctor as his mother did, and he was confident that
his wife's sudden virus would be over in record time. It was not like
Sylvie to be sick, and he was counting on her getting back into the
swing of things right away.
"Yes, Tim, I'll be fine by tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll make that speech
on highway beautification at the Woman's Club. I promise you, I won't
cancel out," Sylvie told him just what she knew that Tim wanted to hear
from her, and she wished that he would go and leave her alone. She had
spent the entire day in her room, seeing no one at all. At midday she
asked Frank to bring her up a little toast and broth, but that was all.
The older man, her husband's valet, had been surprised when she did not
ask to see her maid Ella to perform that simple task, but he was more
than willing to comply with Mrs. Cassidy's wishes.
* * *
"I ... want ... a girl ... just ... like the ... girl ... that married
dear ... old DAD!" Ron pushed the advance button on the tiny recording
machine. "You ain't seen nothing yet!!" the female voice spit out.
Ron was listening to the carefully edited tape that Erick had made
during his night with Sylvie at the Cederton Hotel. Across from him sat
his younger brother, Erick, also listening to the lewd tape.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!! Erick!! Erick!!" the voice cried out, and there
followed the unmistakable sounds of intense love-making: "FUCK DEEPER!
FUCK DEEPER DEEPER ... DEEPER!!!"
Ron heard the tape through, his face growing redder and redder as the
sounds of abandoned climax followed one tumbling upon another, and when
the obscene recording was finally over, he groaned and sat back in his
chair. He actually had only heard a part of the tape in the limousine,
but now he knew the full story. It had been hard for him to believe
that the woman on the tape was his brother Tim's lady-like wife, but
finally, it was impossible not to recognize her voice, even though she
was undergoing the stresses and strains of making love with his baby
brother Erick.
He sighed and sat all the way back in his chair, staring into space in
the direction of the book-lined library.
"What else was I to do?" Erick inquired. "Any man would have done the
same. She seemed to want it so bad ..."
"And you just gave her what she wanted ..." Ron finished for him. "Do
you expect me to believe that Sylvie has turned into some kind of
nympho?" he continued, glaring at his brother.
Erick hadn't been able to keep his conquest of Sylvie to himself. His
own motivation for letting his brother Ron in on it was uncertain. He
had felt a real need to have someone else know how he had gotten into
Sylvie's tight little blonde cunt, and the only person in the world he
could tell was his middle brother Ron. Ron had asked him after all for
a detailed account of Sylvie's problem, and he had done nothing more
than what his brother had asked of him. It sewed Sylvie right, though,
he thought, to have Ron think she was a nympho ... maybe she was for
all he knew ... the way she'd been standing there on the dunes that day
with her fingers in her cunt while he and Ella, the maid, were at it in
the sand.
"Believe what you want!" Erick replied.
"Well, I don't believe it ... something must have happened ...
something to make her act like that ... did you do anything ...???"
"WHO ME??" Erick hunched his shoulders innocently.
He suddenly felt angry. No one ever believed him. He was tired of
getting kicked around by his two older brothers. It had been going on
since he was a baby, and he felt just as rebellious against it now as
he had then.
"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you then!" he declared.
"Well, I'm going to need more proof than that ... If Sylvie's really
sick going to have to get fixed up and fast."
"Meet me in her room in 2 hours. We'll talk to her together," Erick
suggested, a sudden idea coming to him.
"Why 2 hours?" Ron inquired.
"Oh, I have some things to take care of first," Erick replied,
breezily.
"All right, I'll go along with you." He looked at his watch. Two hours,
that would make it 8:45 P.M.
"I'll be there." Ron watched Erick swing out of the door. Then he went
over and locked the door carefully. He went back to his chair and
turned the tiny pocket recorder on once more.
"This is dynamite!" he thought, realizing that he would have to destroy
the incriminating tape of Sylvie's voice.
"IT'S GOOD!! IT'S GOOD!!" she cried out, and the background noises were
of such an obscene nature that Ron couldn't help but be affected by it.
He pushed the rewind button and listened from the beginning, feeling
his dormant penis begin to rise slowly but surely with each passionate
groan that me small speaker emitted.
And to think that's Sylvie, he thought, over and over again. He had
never been particularly fond of his brother Tim's wife, but he had
always had to admit that she was one of the best looking women he'd
ever laid eyes on ... if not the best looking woman. Sometimes at night
when finally he got to bed after a long day's and evening's work, he
would think of her ... especially in those early days when she and Tim
had first gotten married, and he knew that they were screwing hell out
of each other all of the time!
His own sex life was almost nonexistent, but it was rarely that he
bothered to think about it. His life was consumed by other, more
important things. He usually brushed away the little girls and the
society women who wanted to throw themselves at any Cassidy, although
from time to time he succumbed. Ron was thinking that one of those
times was near. His body felt in sore need of release from the tensions
it usually knew, and he was going to have to go out and find himself a
woman. Nothing difficult about that ... it was only annoying because it
took precious time away from his other activities.
He tried to concentrate on just how he would have to deal with his
sister-in-law's sexual problem ... if it was a problem ... he wondered
if Dr. Darling would be knowledgeable and trustworthy enough to deal
with this rather sensitive problem and be able to treat her? But he
could not continue to think rationally as long as the tape was on. Yet,
he continued to listen to its lewd contents, while his burgeoning cock
stirred lustfully upright between his legs.
* * *
Ella backed away from Erick's roving fingers. He moved his thumbs
against the tips of her nipples where they lay beneath the front of her
uniform, pushing hard against them and pressing the soft firm breasts
back against her chest. She backed up against the wall of the stable
several yards away from the house, where Erick had asked her to meet
him. It was dark and she was cold, the sea air rushing in over the land
created a cool breeze that people stuck in the heart of downtown
Grandville were not lucky enough to have on hot August nights. Ella
looked up fearfully into Erick's face. She remembered what Sylvie
Cassidy had told her about resisting Erick, no matter what. But she did
not seem to be able to stop his fingers at her breasts, and how could
she resist him, anyway? He was who he was, and she was who she was!
"I don't have to do what you say ..." she muttered in an attempt at
defiance. "You're not really my employer!" she gasped.
"Oh, but I am; it's the Cassidy Corporation that hires you, love, and
I'm a major stockholder, not to mention a vice-president. So forget
that little ploy." His hands moved along the teenager's quaking hips
and thighs. His loins pressed forward against hers, and he felt her
tremble as his hard cock pushed against her belly.
"All that is beside the point, anyway, sweetheart. I'm not going to
fuck you again ... not tonight, anyway ... I just want you to do
something for me. Take this medicine up to Mrs. Cassidy. The doctor
just had it sent over. You tell her the doctor said to take two
teaspoons right away. Stay there until she takes it."
Ella clasped the tiny brown bottle in her hand. She felt relieved, but
also strangely let down. If that was all he wanted of her ... she could
easily do that.
"But ..." she started. Erick's fingers moved upward toward the dark
haired split of her hidden pussy, his forefinger slipping in under the
elastic of her nylon panties, pushing forthrightly against the tip of
her hidden clitoris.
"Uuuuunhh!" she gasped, her whole body remembering the day on the beach
with the young lawyer. She had not even gotten a letter from her boy
friend in Vietnam yet, but she'd read an article about how the soldiers
carried on with Vietnamese girls. It made her feel better about the
sinful way she kept thinking of young Erick Cassidy all the time.
"You take it right now, love. Hurry up!" Erick whispered into her ear.
"You and I will have our meeting soon enough!"
His finger made one last upward motion into the thin wet lips of her
minuscule vagina, and then he whisked it out, spun Ella around, and,
giving a pat on her tight little buttocks, sent her off toward the
house.
* * *
Sylvie lay in bed, a light crocheted shawl that she had bought on her
honeymoon trip to Italy tossed over her revealing silk nightgown. She
had dutifully taken the medicine that Ella had brought up. It had a
bitter taste, but Sylvie was sure that it must contain something
special to make her regain her strength. Already, she seemed to feel a
great deal better. Resting in bed all the long day had helped her a
lot, and now she didn't feel in the least bit sleepy. She tried reading
one of the many books she kept at her bedside, but, though she riffled
through several of them, none seemed to strike the right chord. She
could feel her mind as well as her body mending now as she managed to
assimilate the horrible things that she had endured with Erick into the
thoughts that seemed a bit more formulated. She felt that she had
probably paid off her debt to Erick ... the price had been terrible,
but at least it was over. He could not help but be satisfied by what he
had done to her. She would prove herself to be as strong as any Cassidy
by getting over it ... by carrying on with her life as though it had
never happened. She had made a dreadful mistake, and her own body had
deceived her, making her act in ways she had never dreamed of, but now,
all desire was slaked from her system ... she thought. What a relief to
know some kind of peace from those inner torments.
Sylvie picked up the latest copy of WEEKLY magazine, and looked at her
own picture on the cover. Her fine perfect features were as exciting as
any movie star's, and for once, Sylvie felt a surge of pride as she
remembered that she was more than a movie star ... she was the wife of
Tim Cassidy, a position that held the glamour of stardom, but also held
all the importance of being the spouse of a man who was serving the
country.
She put the book down and closed her eyes, thinking that she must
somehow have strained them. The picture had suddenly blurred out of
focus. She ran her fingers through the light weight of her long,
beautifully brushed blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all over, so
warm in fact that she had to remove the shawl from her shoulders, and
indeed she felt like removing her nightgown. Her tongue was thick in
her mouth, and suddenly she felt completely parched. Sylvie jumped up
and hurried into the bathroom, where she removed her gown, slipping on
a shorter one that lay neatly folded in a chest. Then she drew herself
a large glass of water and drank it down, noting it did little to make
her feel cooler. She stepped under the shower and turned on the cold
water. The feel of the water on her deep peach toned naked body began
to inflame her. Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated
her beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of desire.
"What's happening ... what's happening to me!!" she wondered aloud,
hurrying from the shower and going to her medicine cabinet where she
withdrew a small tin of salve. She dipped her fingers into the salve
and then spread it onto her tingling and engorged nipples. Then she put
a little bit down between her legs, rubbing upward into the cleft of
her swollen and oddly stimulated pussy folds. Instead of soothing her
as she had expected the calming salve to do, it had exactly the
opposite effect, and she was startled to find herself rubbing against
the velvet of her inner membranes with a pressure that became more and
more furious
"OH MY GOD!" she whimpered, "MY GOD!!!"
Everything seemed to be coming apart. She felt light as a feather, one
moment, and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When she tried to focus
on something, it appeared to move and shift and she was forced to close
her eyes tightly. Little shivers began to traverse her half-clad body
and she ripped off the shorter nightgown and finally fell to the floor
of her dressing room which gave onto the bathroom. She just had to get
something inside her ... something that would satisfy her!
Panic stricken, the thought entered her mind that she might die if she
did not have surcease from the waves of shuddering lust that spread
through her, she rolled nakedly over the deep pile rug, rubbing herself
against the grain of the fiber, until she reached the wall and the
intercom system. She knelt and pressed the buzzer that would sound in
the servants' quarters. Frank answered almost immediately.
"FRANK ... GET UP HERE RIGHT AWAY ... I NEED HELP!!" she cried in
desperation.
"YES M'AM!" Frank turned from the intercom and passing the curious
Ella, he made his way toward the back stairway. He did not know what
might be wrong with Mrs. Cassidy, but he was prepared to offer any
assistance that he could, and he hurried up the stairs, panting at the
untoward effort.
Frank entered the spacious bedroom that Tim and Sylvie Cassidy shared
and seeing no one gravitated toward the dressing room. There he was
stunned to see Sylvie Cassidy's flushed and naked body rolling and
twisting spread-eagled upon the rug.
In her hands she held the thick phallus shape of a gilded candle; one
of several that were placed about the white and gold dressing room for
decorative effect. In desperation she was trying to fit the thick
instrument up into her raging vagina. She twirled her entire body
upwards and a little to the side, her legs wide-spread as the pointed
end of the candle appeared to be stuck just inside her widely yearning
pussy.
"UUUUUUUuuuuuunghh!" Sylvie's terror-filled eyes turned to Frank who
stood in the doorway, with an equally alarmed expression on his face.
She seemed to be imploring him with her eyes to come and help her get
the large candle inside her.
" FRANK ... FRANK ... FRANK ... HELP ... YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME ... I'VE
GOT TO RAM IT IN ... I'VE GOT TO RAM IT INSIDE ... OH DEAR GOD ... OH
OH OH OHHH!"
Frank stepped hesitantly into the room. Nothing in his many years of
experience with the Cassidy family had prepared him for this moment,
and yet he felt that he had to rise to the occasion. He tried to mink
of what was the best thing to do. He had been thoroughly trained in the
fine art of serving, and this was a true test of his mettle. Finally
his mind made up, he moved forward and grabbed hold of the candle,
removing it from Sylvie's hands and with a sudden thrusting motion
twirling it in the flooded pit of his employer's golden blonde fringed
cunt and pushed it steadily until it began to slide with a lewd
slippery noise into her rampaging cunt.
Sylvie felt the cold hard edged object entering her, filling her and
with alarm she realized that it was making her cum, cum in an entirely
different way than she had ever cum before. Her heavy well-formed
breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny orgasms of their own in
the breasts that spread and electrified her entire body. Frank was
pushing and pulling now, kneeling beside his climaxing mistress, hoping
that he had made the right decision.
"MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!" she commanded of Frank. The orgasm was not
enough, she had to have another immediately. She twisted and turned
against the rising candle between her thighs and then she knew that she
would have to have something alive inside her.
"FRANK ... Frank!!!" she implored. YOU ... I HAVE TO HAVE YOU!!!"
Her fingers were already reaching out for the elegantly tailored front
of Frank's trousers, where she found the buttons of his fly and began
to undo them. "I can feel something in there, Frank, I know I do!!" she
said wildly. "Frank ... YOU HAVE GOT A BIG HARD JUICY COCK!" she cried
triumphantly, withdrawing what was truly just as she said, a good sized
penis of satisfactory hardness for Sylvie's purposes. The drugged young
woman, moved the startled servant's thick uncircumcised cock with
demanding precision, thrusting the foreskin back until the blood
engorged head popped through.
"You ... uh ... Mrs. Cassidy!" The older man's face was flushed, and he
could not quite get out the words he wanted to say, for Sylvie was
pushing him down to the floor, and mounting him, and even if he had
decided to resist, he would never have been able to get away from her
determined hands pushing him down, and her strong legs spread on either
side of his up-thrust cock.
* * *
Arlene pressed her ear to the study door, trying to figure out what the
strange, tiny sounds were. Instinct told her she wanted to know more
about just what Ron and his brother, Erick were up to.
Ron turned off the tape recorder and looked at his watch. Only 8:30
P.M. but he saw no reason why he should wait until 8:45 to meet his
other brother Erick there, he could probably get to the bottom of the
whole incident much better without the help of his bothersome brother.
As he stood up, he had some difficulty pressing down the thick bulge of
his lust-hard cock, but he managed somehow and then placed the recorder
in a niche in the wall of the library between two thick books. No one
would be coming into the room until morning he knew, and he would
return later that night to destroy the lewd message that lay within the
coiled mechanism of the recorder. He left the room with a distracted
expression on his face as he climbed the stairs, he hoped that his
decision to let Tim Cassidy go alone to meet with the District Leader
had been a wise one. There were times when he wished that he could be
several places at once, and this was one of them. He couldn't very well
have let this important thing about Sylvie go until later, though. Time
was of the essence!
Downstairs, Arlene slipped into the study and closed the door behind
her.
There was no answer to his knock on Sylvie's door and Ron let himself
in. Before he had reached the half-way point in the room he heard the
loud grunting and groaning that came from the dressing room. Hurriedly
he rushed to see what was going on and stood peering down at the
strangest sight he had ever seen.
His brother's wife, Sylvie, bounced and gyrated nakedly over the
valet's beet red cock, spearing her own tingling pussy with the rock-
hard penis as she lunged up and down upon it. Behind, Frank was
attempting to thrust a gilded candle in between her flexing cushiony
buttocks, to the encouragement of Sylvie's shrieking lewd words. "PUSH
IT IN FRANK ... STICK IT IN MY ASSSSSSS!!!" she cried, tears streaming
down her face.
Dutifully Frank pushed the candle in as hard as he could, worming it
around as Sylvie's clawing fingers were instructing him to do. Gleaming
wetness seeped down from her gyrating cunt as she rode the older gray
haired man's rampant cock with faster and faster lunges. Her blonde
hair flew all over her head as she worked, perspiring so freely that
she inundated the valet with drops of her sweat.
Ron stood petrified for a long moment. All that Erick had said was true
... and it was for worse than he thought. Nevertheless, Ron had to
admit that he had never seen a lewder sight in all his life. It was
very unusual and it sent shivers up and down his spine, and he could
almost feel the hair on the nape of his neck rising. As for his thickly
swollen cock, there was no doubt that the desire he was feeling was
directed toward the silken blonde performer in the middle of the
dressing room floor ... his broker Tim's wife!
At that moment Sylvie looked up and saw him. She didn't recognize him,
only saw a man standing there. "WHO IS IT?" she said, and then added,
"WHOEVER IT IS COME ... COME AND HELP ME ... HELP ME!!!" The madness
still swirled in her belly and in her brain and she felt like ants were
crawling all over her, creating a tingling lusting state that only
rubbing and fucking would help. With only a second's hesitation, Ron
freed his thickly engorged prick from his pants and moved into the
room. He would do it to her if she wanted, and after they would see
what had to be done. But right now he would do it. He had to!!
Ron saw Frank trying to scramble out from under Sylvie's determined
body, his eyes full of fear now that he had seen Ron enter the room.
With a groan, Ron told the older man that it was all right. Then he
bent and lifted Sylvie up, and Frank stood up beside them. Sylvie
clambered against Ron now, her legs trying to climb his, her arms wound
around his neck, her tongue thrusting forward into his mouth. She
pressed and pushed hard against him, begging him to take her.
"Tim ... Tim ... is it you ... oh fuck me darling ... Tim, fuck me ...
fuck me!!!"
Ron picked her legs up and bracing himself against the wall, thrust her
gaping wide cunt hard down upon his exposed hardness. His speeding cock
drove hard, up and up into her wide-held pussy as her legs clasped
around his waist. He bumped his loins forward to start a hard screwing
motion into her tormented cunt that made her keen and croon loudly.
"DON'T FORGET THE BACK ... FUCK ME IN THE BACK TOO!!! OH SOMEONE PLEASE
DO IT IN THE BACK!!" she implored.
Frank had stood by uncertainly until this moment, and then he stepped
forward. As a younger man, Frank had known many young women, but none
who had made him feel what Mrs. Cassidy had. He was anxious now to
please her as he parted her already wide-spread buttock cheeks, and
finding that reddish brown little hole that had ached so for the feel
of the gilded candle, he thrust his own cock upward into its open
mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Sylvie cried out. She could feel herself sandwiched
between the two men, Ron in front and Frank the valet in back. She was
shamelessly suspended between the two standing men as the two hotly
churning pecks filled her vagina and her rectum, giving her at last
something of the desire quenching relief that she sought. The drug had
taken its toll coursing through her veins, spreading and continuing its
evil work onrushing through her system and bringing her to new peaks of
frenzy.
She yanked Ron's head to her and kissed his lips, his nose, his eyes.
Her tongue slavered over his face. She caught a glimpse of his blonde
hair and once more inquired, "Tim, oh, Tim, is that you?" OOOOOoooooh
let me cum again, just once more!!!" she cried out, but she couldn't
seem to climax again ... her body was left always at the edge of it,
hanging on by a thread but the orgasm never came.
Ron's powerful young body smashed deep groans from his distraught
sister-in-law as eagerly he levered up ramming his thickly engorged
cock as deep as it would lunge upward into her hungrily clasping pussy.
Sylvie strained against him, wanting him deeper, into the insanely
quivering cunt she possessed!
She ground her buttocks down onto the inward thrusting penis that
speared her willingly open rectum. She felt hot sparks of desire
tracing along its nether path between her trembling naked buttocks.
"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhghghdlghhh!" But still she did not cum. It was
always a second away. The pupils of her large blue eyes were dilated as
she felt Frank's plunging cock stiffen without warning, spewing its
white hot juice far into the obscenely milking walls of her defenseless
anus.
"NOT YET NOT YET NOT ..." she cried, but the older man's spending cock
was already limp and exhausted from its call to duty, and behind her
Frank felt the strong sensations of his climax diminishing as his limp
prick slid wetly from between Mrs. Tim Cassidy's buttocks. He stepped
back and tried to straighten himself out, and when he looked up from
his buttoning, he saw Erick Cassidy standing in the room. He was
laughing merrily, watching the buffeting forms of his brother and
sister-in-law Sylvie as they furiously gyrated against each other,
Sylvie's widespread legs clasping behind his standing brother.
"So you came early?" Erick said, pleased with the little scene that he
himself had caused. The drug had done its work well. It was supposed to
but Erick had never used it before. It had been given to him by the son
of the Ambassador to Jabor, a tiny middle eastern country where the men
often used such things to bring them mindless delights with unwilling
women.
"Perhaps I could have a go too?" he inquired politely, brushing Frank
away. The two brothers stared at each other for a brief second over
Sylvie's shuddering shoulder, and then Sylvie's voice awakened them.
"OH DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP!!! FUCK ME YOU BASTARDS ... MAKE ME
CUM!!!"
His blonde hair dripping wet, Ron pulled away from the wall and pulling
his older brother's adulterous wife with him, he lay down upon the rug.
His legs felt weak and shaky after holding up Sylvie's weight all that
time, but he still felt a need to complete the intensely satisfying
fucking he was getting, so he kept her smothering nakedness over him
without releasing his cock from her tightly clenching pussy. Her smooth
legs lay spread over him as he bucked upward into her squirming body.
Her tongue thrust mercilessly into his open mouth as behind them Erick
lowered his half naked body. He had removed his pants and shorts and
clad only in a sports shirt and his shoes and socks, he replaced
Frank's cock inside Sylvie's burning rectum with his own.
"Seems to me I've been here before," he mused to himself, as once more
he felt the tightly clenching rectal muscles massaging all around his
surging prick, making it tingle with a fierce pleasure that sent him
into a mindless ecstasy.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YESSSSS ... THIS IS THE WAY ... THIS IS THE WAY ...
YESSS!" Sylvie kept groaning. The torture was miraculously subsiding
and the strange sensation of tingling joy was again seeping through her
defenselessly aroused body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation
that she was undergoing aroused odd masochistic delights that surged
through her bloodstream rivaling the drug with their intensity. Her
strong hips commenced rhythmic gyrating motions an abandoned harmony
with the increasing speed of the two rising cocks of her husband's two
brothers inside her ... one spreading upward into her tight, slippery
cunt, the other prodding high between her buttocks into her rectum. She
lay writhing between them ... Ron on the bottom, Erick on top, face
downward, her naked breasts pressing into Ron's suit-clad body. He had
not had time to undress, but it didn't seem to matter, as he gave
himself up to the strange sensations of sharing Tim's wife with his
other brother!
Sylvie thought of herself as a prisoner ... a defenseless prisoner ...
the mental mechanism that would produce her orgasm worked swiftly
inside her ... she was trapped between tow battering lust-inspired
animals. Her breasts were being pulled and twisted, her lips smashed
against two mouths that fought for her favors. Never had she been so
royally treated. She mewled and whined at them, shaking her buttocks
backwards up at Erick and screwing her loins down onto Ron as the two
rising cocks met and passed each other against the thin membrane of
flesh that separated the drugged blonde's vagina from her rectum.
"COCK ... COCK ... COCK!" she moaned ... OOOOHHHH COCK ... COCK ...
COCK ... COCKKK!"
Thelma Cassidy smiled for the photographers and kissed her son
affectionately. She was secretly pleased that her daughter-in-law
Sylvie was not present for the photographs, even though she had told
the family that she was deeply insulted that Sylvie couldn't even get
out of bed to see her.
"Cassidys don't get sick!" she told Tim, sternly, when he tried to
explain his wife's sudden illness to her. "At least not when they're
campaigning, they don't!!" she added.
Arlene stood nearby and thought she could not agree more. How Sylvie
could stay away on this important day was more than she could fathom.
They would be leaving Cederton that night, and the bulk of campaigning
was being done during the day. Thelma Cassidy had flown in with her own
entourage, looking fit and hearty for a woman of her years, and the
crowds gathered wherever they went, anxious to see all of the famous
family together. Only Sylvie was absent, locked in the hotel room,
complaining of fever and chills and producing thermometers to prove it.
By night time the entire group was exhausted, and when it came time to
go to the airport, Tim and his mother waited in a limousine outside the
hotel for his wife to come down.
Arlene had made sure that everything was packed and had helped Sylvie
get ready.
As she watched Sylvie getting uncertainly to her feet, Arlene had to
admit that her cousin did look sick. But not feeling very charitable
toward her idol's wife and remembering the young senatorial candidate's
stiff hard cock rising in her trembling cunt, scowled at Sylvie and
inquired, "Such a sudden illness ... what did you do last night to
bring it on?"
Sylvie remained silent and tight-lipped. What on earth had ever made
her think that she and Arlene were as close as sisters? Obviously there
was no one in the entire world she could depend on ... not even
herself! She wondered vaguely if Arlene suspected that Erick had come
to visit her, but then brushed it aside. No one would ever suspect the
depths of degradation she had been dragged through by her evil brother-
in-law!
"Probably screwing too much!" Arlene thought to herself bitterly,
imagining herself as the chaste and efficient wife of Tim Cassidy. How
much more suited for the job she was than her younger cousin! The
comparison was almost embarrassing. Poor Tim, if only he knew. But once
more, she reminded herself that she couldn't possibly do such a thing
as tell Tim what she knew about Sylvie. She would have to suffer in
silence while Tim went along believing his wife Sylvie to be a faithful
and obedient wife!
"Well, let's go!" she said briskly. "You know if you'd travel with your
maid, you wouldn't need me to do so many of these things for you!"
"Perhaps I don't need you to do anything for me!" Sylvie suddenly
snapped back. Just how much abuse was she supposed to take from her
cousin? She had brought her there to help her when she needed her most
but the older girl's presence thus far had only served to aggravate
things. She gathered herself up and walked straight and tall in front
of the startled brunette. She began to call upon deep wells of courage
inside her as she reached the elevator and knew that within moments she
would be facing her eagle-eyed mother-in-law. She pushed Arlene to the
back of her mind, she would have to deal with her later. Right now she
needed all the strength she could muster.
Arlene followed in stunned silence and saw Sylvie into the limousine.
Then she went to the next waiting car and got in beside the two
brothers, Ron and Erick. She saw Erick put something away in his pocket
as she got in beside the two brothers, and she wondered what it was.
Obviously, the two brothers were talking about something that they did
not want her to hear, for there was sudden silence as she got in.
"Sylvie any better?" Ron asked.
"Seemed much better," Arlene replied. "I think she'll be fine after
another day's rest."
"She's got that speech at the Woman's Club in Grandville," Ron muttered
darkly. "She'd feel better by day after tomorrow!"
In the front car, Thelma Cassidy turned toward Sylvie as they started
off to the waiting airport and the two waiting private planes.
"Tim tells me this illness came on suddenly last night! You poor dear!
Don't trust these hick doctors. When you get back to Grandville, I'm
sending Dr. Darling right over to you. He'll fix you up!"
"Right, Tim?" Thelma gave her handsome blonde son's hand a squeeze. Tim
was looking out the window, thinking of how it would feel to pass these
same bleak streets not as Tim Cassidy, D.A. of Grandville, but Senator
Tim Cassidy.
"Tim needs you to be well for him, Sylvie," Thelma went on. "Remember
... we Cassidys have a tradition to uphold. We are before the public
eye, and the public is very demanding. Nevertheless, we will show our
breeding and our backbone!
Sylvie set her teeth. "Yes, Mother Cassidy," she replied. "Yes, I know,
Mother Cassidy." Back between her sore buttocks she still felt a
horrible pain, a terrible memory of her evening with her husband's
brother. The lips of her vagina were sore and raw, and so far the
ointments she had applied had not helped at all. She ached all over. It
had not been hard to fake the thermometers, and when the doctor had
found her temperature normal, he'd declared that these things come and
go rapidly. "Had three cases of this flu already this week, the only
thing for it really is bed and rest. But I'll give you a shot, and you
can get this prescription filled. Take the pills every four hours. I
must say I've never seen such a famous patient. My little girls will be
thrilled!"
"Take care of my boy, now Sylvie ... I'm sending that darling, Dr.
Darling right over ... he'll give you some of those special shots he
gives me, and you'll be fit as a fiddle. Make sure that Tim gets some
rest now. He looks tired, and oh, yes, I'll see you for certain before
the big dinner at the governor's mansion." Thelma Cassidy headed away
from them on the air-strip toward her own plane and her waiting
entourage. She waved gaily to them after kissing them both goodbye, and
paused to kiss her other two boys, Ron and Erick, who stood nearby. Her
veils blew in the strong wind, and her still shapely legs moved briskly
away from them. They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and then
they moved toward the ramp of the airplane that would carry them home
to Grandville.
* * *
"Sorry to leave you sick in bed, Sylvie." Tim looked at his wife's wan
features as she lay propped on her own pillows in the family home. Got
to go to talk with the district leader over in the south district. I
may be late! Did Dr. Darling give you those shots?" Tim put as much
faith in the family doctor as his mother did, and he was confident that
his wife's sudden virus would be over in record time. It was not like
Sylvie to be sick, and he was counting on her getting back into the
swing of things right away.
"Yes, Tim, I'll be fine by tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll make that speech
on highway beautification at the Woman's Club. I promise you, I won't
cancel out," Sylvie told him just what she knew that Tim wanted to hear
from her, and she wished that he would go and leave her alone. She had
spent the entire day in her room, seeing no one at all. At midday she
asked Frank to bring her up a little toast and broth, but that was all.
The older man, her husband's valet, had been surprised when she did not
ask to see her maid Ella to perform that simple task, but he was more
than willing to comply with Mrs. Cassidy's wishes.
* * *
"I ... want ... a girl ... just ... like the ... girl ... that married
dear ... old DAD!" Ron pushed the advance button on the tiny recording
machine. "You ain't seen nothing yet!!" the female voice spit out.
Ron was listening to the carefully edited tape that Erick had made
during his night with Sylvie at the Cederton Hotel. Across from him sat
his younger brother, Erick, also listening to the lewd tape.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!! Erick!! Erick!!" the voice cried out, and there
followed the unmistakable sounds of intense love-making: "FUCK DEEPER!
FUCK DEEPER DEEPER ... DEEPER!!!"
Ron heard the tape through, his face growing redder and redder as the
sounds of abandoned climax followed one tumbling upon another, and when
the obscene recording was finally over, he groaned and sat back in his
chair. He actually had only heard a part of the tape in the limousine,
but now he knew the full story. It had been hard for him to believe
that the woman on the tape was his brother Tim's lady-like wife, but
finally, it was impossible not to recognize her voice, even though she
was undergoing the stresses and strains of making love with his baby
brother Erick.
He sighed and sat all the way back in his chair, staring into space in
the direction of the book-lined library.
"What else was I to do?" Erick inquired. "Any man would have done the
same. She seemed to want it so bad ..."
"And you just gave her what she wanted ..." Ron finished for him. "Do
you expect me to believe that Sylvie has turned into some kind of
nympho?" he continued, glaring at his brother.
Erick hadn't been able to keep his conquest of Sylvie to himself. His
own motivation for letting his brother Ron in on it was uncertain. He
had felt a real need to have someone else know how he had gotten into
Sylvie's tight little blonde cunt, and the only person in the world he
could tell was his middle brother Ron. Ron had asked him after all for
a detailed account of Sylvie's problem, and he had done nothing more
than what his brother had asked of him. It sewed Sylvie right, though,
he thought, to have Ron think she was a nympho ... maybe she was for
all he knew ... the way she'd been standing there on the dunes that day
with her fingers in her cunt while he and Ella, the maid, were at it in
the sand.
"Believe what you want!" Erick replied.
"Well, I don't believe it ... something must have happened ...
something to make her act like that ... did you do anything ...???"
"WHO ME??" Erick hunched his shoulders innocently.
He suddenly felt angry. No one ever believed him. He was tired of
getting kicked around by his two older brothers. It had been going on
since he was a baby, and he felt just as rebellious against it now as
he had then.
"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you then!" he declared.
"Well, I'm going to need more proof than that ... If Sylvie's really
sick going to have to get fixed up and fast."
"Meet me in her room in 2 hours. We'll talk to her together," Erick
suggested, a sudden idea coming to him.
"Why 2 hours?" Ron inquired.
"Oh, I have some things to take care of first," Erick replied,
breezily.
"All right, I'll go along with you." He looked at his watch. Two hours,
that would make it 8:45 P.M.
"I'll be there." Ron watched Erick swing out of the door. Then he went
over and locked the door carefully. He went back to his chair and
turned the tiny pocket recorder on once more.
"This is dynamite!" he thought, realizing that he would have to destroy
the incriminating tape of Sylvie's voice.
"IT'S GOOD!! IT'S GOOD!!" she cried out, and the background noises were
of such an obscene nature that Ron couldn't help but be affected by it.
He pushed the rewind button and listened from the beginning, feeling
his dormant penis begin to rise slowly but surely with each passionate
groan that me small speaker emitted.
And to think that's Sylvie, he thought, over and over again. He had
never been particularly fond of his brother Tim's wife, but he had
always had to admit that she was one of the best looking women he'd
ever laid eyes on ... if not the best looking woman. Sometimes at night
when finally he got to bed after a long day's and evening's work, he
would think of her ... especially in those early days when she and Tim
had first gotten married, and he knew that they were screwing hell out
of each other all of the time!
His own sex life was almost nonexistent, but it was rarely that he
bothered to think about it. His life was consumed by other, more
important things. He usually brushed away the little girls and the
society women who wanted to throw themselves at any Cassidy, although
from time to time he succumbed. Ron was thinking that one of those
times was near. His body felt in sore need of release from the tensions
it usually knew, and he was going to have to go out and find himself a
woman. Nothing difficult about that ... it was only annoying because it
took precious time away from his other activities.
He tried to concentrate on just how he would have to deal with his
sister-in-law's sexual problem ... if it was a problem ... he wondered
if Dr. Darling would be knowledgeable and trustworthy enough to deal
with this rather sensitive problem and be able to treat her? But he
could not continue to think rationally as long as the tape was on. Yet,
he continued to listen to its lewd contents, while his burgeoning cock
stirred lustfully upright between his legs.
* * *
Ella backed away from Erick's roving fingers. He moved his thumbs
against the tips of her nipples where they lay beneath the front of her
uniform, pushing hard against them and pressing the soft firm breasts
back against her chest. She backed up against the wall of the stable
several yards away from the house, where Erick had asked her to meet
him. It was dark and she was cold, the sea air rushing in over the land
created a cool breeze that people stuck in the heart of downtown
Grandville were not lucky enough to have on hot August nights. Ella
looked up fearfully into Erick's face. She remembered what Sylvie
Cassidy had told her about resisting Erick, no matter what. But she did
not seem to be able to stop his fingers at her breasts, and how could
she resist him, anyway? He was who he was, and she was who she was!
"I don't have to do what you say ..." she muttered in an attempt at
defiance. "You're not really my employer!" she gasped.
"Oh, but I am; it's the Cassidy Corporation that hires you, love, and
I'm a major stockholder, not to mention a vice-president. So forget
that little ploy." His hands moved along the teenager's quaking hips
and thighs. His loins pressed forward against hers, and he felt her
tremble as his hard cock pushed against her belly.
"All that is beside the point, anyway, sweetheart. I'm not going to
fuck you again ... not tonight, anyway ... I just want you to do
something for me. Take this medicine up to Mrs. Cassidy. The doctor
just had it sent over. You tell her the doctor said to take two
teaspoons right away. Stay there until she takes it."
Ella clasped the tiny brown bottle in her hand. She felt relieved, but
also strangely let down. If that was all he wanted of her ... she could
easily do that.
"But ..." she started. Erick's fingers moved upward toward the dark
haired split of her hidden pussy, his forefinger slipping in under the
elastic of her nylon panties, pushing forthrightly against the tip of
her hidden clitoris.
"Uuuuunhh!" she gasped, her whole body remembering the day on the beach
with the young lawyer. She had not even gotten a letter from her boy
friend in Vietnam yet, but she'd read an article about how the soldiers
carried on with Vietnamese girls. It made her feel better about the
sinful way she kept thinking of young Erick Cassidy all the time.
"You take it right now, love. Hurry up!" Erick whispered into her ear.
"You and I will have our meeting soon enough!"
His finger made one last upward motion into the thin wet lips of her
minuscule vagina, and then he whisked it out, spun Ella around, and,
giving a pat on her tight little buttocks, sent her off toward the
house.
* * *
Sylvie lay in bed, a light crocheted shawl that she had bought on her
honeymoon trip to Italy tossed over her revealing silk nightgown. She
had dutifully taken the medicine that Ella had brought up. It had a
bitter taste, but Sylvie was sure that it must contain something
special to make her regain her strength. Already, she seemed to feel a
great deal better. Resting in bed all the long day had helped her a
lot, and now she didn't feel in the least bit sleepy. She tried reading
one of the many books she kept at her bedside, but, though she riffled
through several of them, none seemed to strike the right chord. She
could feel her mind as well as her body mending now as she managed to
assimilate the horrible things that she had endured with Erick into the
thoughts that seemed a bit more formulated. She felt that she had
probably paid off her debt to Erick ... the price had been terrible,
but at least it was over. He could not help but be satisfied by what he
had done to her. She would prove herself to be as strong as any Cassidy
by getting over it ... by carrying on with her life as though it had
never happened. She had made a dreadful mistake, and her own body had
deceived her, making her act in ways she had never dreamed of, but now,
all desire was slaked from her system ... she thought. What a relief to
know some kind of peace from those inner torments.
Sylvie picked up the latest copy of WEEKLY magazine, and looked at her
own picture on the cover. Her fine perfect features were as exciting as
any movie star's, and for once, Sylvie felt a surge of pride as she
remembered that she was more than a movie star ... she was the wife of
Tim Cassidy, a position that held the glamour of stardom, but also held
all the importance of being the spouse of a man who was serving the
country.
She put the book down and closed her eyes, thinking that she must
somehow have strained them. The picture had suddenly blurred out of
focus. She ran her fingers through the light weight of her long,
beautifully brushed blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all over, so
warm in fact that she had to remove the shawl from her shoulders, and
indeed she felt like removing her nightgown. Her tongue was thick in
her mouth, and suddenly she felt completely parched. Sylvie jumped up
and hurried into the bathroom, where she removed her gown, slipping on
a shorter one that lay neatly folded in a chest. Then she drew herself
a large glass of water and drank it down, noting it did little to make
her feel cooler. She stepped under the shower and turned on the cold
water. The feel of the water on her deep peach toned naked body began
to inflame her. Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated
her beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of desire.
"What's happening ... what's happening to me!!" she wondered aloud,
hurrying from the shower and going to her medicine cabinet where she
withdrew a small tin of salve. She dipped her fingers into the salve
and then spread it onto her tingling and engorged nipples. Then she put
a little bit down between her legs, rubbing upward into the cleft of
her swollen and oddly stimulated pussy folds. Instead of soothing her
as she had expected the calming salve to do, it had exactly the
opposite effect, and she was startled to find herself rubbing against
the velvet of her inner membranes with a pressure that became more and
more furious
"OH MY GOD!" she whimpered, "MY GOD!!!"
Everything seemed to be coming apart. She felt light as a feather, one
moment, and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When she tried to focus
on something, it appeared to move and shift and she was forced to close
her eyes tightly. Little shivers began to traverse her half-clad body
and she ripped off the shorter nightgown and finally fell to the floor
of her dressing room which gave onto the bathroom. She just had to get
something inside her ... something that would satisfy her!
Panic stricken, the thought entered her mind that she might die if she
did not have surcease from the waves of shuddering lust that spread
through her, she rolled nakedly over the deep pile rug, rubbing herself
against the grain of the fiber, until she reached the wall and the
intercom system. She knelt and pressed the buzzer that would sound in
the servants' quarters. Frank answered almost immediately.
"FRANK ... GET UP HERE RIGHT AWAY ... I NEED HELP!!" she cried in
desperation.
"YES M'AM!" Frank turned from the intercom and passing the curious
Ella, he made his way toward the back stairway. He did not know what
might be wrong with Mrs. Cassidy, but he was prepared to offer any
assistance that he could, and he hurried up the stairs, panting at the
untoward effort.
Frank entered the spacious bedroom that Tim and Sylvie Cassidy shared
and seeing no one gravitated toward the dressing room. There he was
stunned to see Sylvie Cassidy's flushed and naked body rolling and
twisting spread-eagled upon the rug.
In her hands she held the thick phallus shape of a gilded candle; one
of several that were placed about the white and gold dressing room for
decorative effect. In desperation she was trying to fit the thick
instrument up into her raging vagina. She twirled her entire body
upwards and a little to the side, her legs wide-spread as the pointed
end of the candle appeared to be stuck just inside her widely yearning
pussy.
"UUUUUUUuuuuuunghh!" Sylvie's terror-filled eyes turned to Frank who
stood in the doorway, with an equally alarmed expression on his face.
She seemed to be imploring him with her eyes to come and help her get
the large candle inside her.
" FRANK ... FRANK ... FRANK ... HELP ... YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME ... I'VE
GOT TO RAM IT IN ... I'VE GOT TO RAM IT INSIDE ... OH DEAR GOD ... OH
OH OH OHHH!"
Frank stepped hesitantly into the room. Nothing in his many years of
experience with the Cassidy family had prepared him for this moment,
and yet he felt that he had to rise to the occasion. He tried to mink
of what was the best thing to do. He had been thoroughly trained in the
fine art of serving, and this was a true test of his mettle. Finally
his mind made up, he moved forward and grabbed hold of the candle,
removing it from Sylvie's hands and with a sudden thrusting motion
twirling it in the flooded pit of his employer's golden blonde fringed
cunt and pushed it steadily until it began to slide with a lewd
slippery noise into her rampaging cunt.
Sylvie felt the cold hard edged object entering her, filling her and
with alarm she realized that it was making her cum, cum in an entirely
different way than she had ever cum before. Her heavy well-formed
breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny orgasms of their own in
the breasts that spread and electrified her entire body. Frank was
pushing and pulling now, kneeling beside his climaxing mistress, hoping
that he had made the right decision.
"MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!" she commanded of Frank. The orgasm was not
enough, she had to have another immediately. She twisted and turned
against the rising candle between her thighs and then she knew that she
would have to have something alive inside her.
"FRANK ... Frank!!!" she implored. YOU ... I HAVE TO HAVE YOU!!!"
Her fingers were already reaching out for the elegantly tailored front
of Frank's trousers, where she found the buttons of his fly and began
to undo them. "I can feel something in there, Frank, I know I do!!" she
said wildly. "Frank ... YOU HAVE GOT A BIG HARD JUICY COCK!" she cried
triumphantly, withdrawing what was truly just as she said, a good sized
penis of satisfactory hardness for Sylvie's purposes. The drugged young
woman, moved the startled servant's thick uncircumcised cock with
demanding precision, thrusting the foreskin back until the blood
engorged head popped through.
"You ... uh ... Mrs. Cassidy!" The older man's face was flushed, and he
could not quite get out the words he wanted to say, for Sylvie was
pushing him down to the floor, and mounting him, and even if he had
decided to resist, he would never have been able to get away from her
determined hands pushing him down, and her strong legs spread on either
side of his up-thrust cock.
* * *
Arlene pressed her ear to the study door, trying to figure out what the
strange, tiny sounds were. Instinct told her she wanted to know more
about just what Ron and his brother, Erick were up to.
Ron turned off the tape recorder and looked at his watch. Only 8:30
P.M. but he saw no reason why he should wait until 8:45 to meet his
other brother Erick there, he could probably get to the bottom of the
whole incident much better without the help of his bothersome brother.
As he stood up, he had some difficulty pressing down the thick bulge of
his lust-hard cock, but he managed somehow and then placed the recorder
in a niche in the wall of the library between two thick books. No one
would be coming into the room until morning he knew, and he would
return later that night to destroy the lewd message that lay within the
coiled mechanism of the recorder. He left the room with a distracted
expression on his face as he climbed the stairs, he hoped that his
decision to let Tim Cassidy go alone to meet with the District Leader
had been a wise one. There were times when he wished that he could be
several places at once, and this was one of them. He couldn't very well
have let this important thing about Sylvie go until later, though. Time
was of the essence!
Downstairs, Arlene slipped into the study and closed the door behind
her.
There was no answer to his knock on Sylvie's door and Ron let himself
in. Before he had reached the half-way point in the room he heard the
loud grunting and groaning that came from the dressing room. Hurriedly
he rushed to see what was going on and stood peering down at the
strangest sight he had ever seen.
His brother's wife, Sylvie, bounced and gyrated nakedly over the
valet's beet red cock, spearing her own tingling pussy with the rock-
hard penis as she lunged up and down upon it. Behind, Frank was
attempting to thrust a gilded candle in between her flexing cushiony
buttocks, to the encouragement of Sylvie's shrieking lewd words. "PUSH
IT IN FRANK ... STICK IT IN MY ASSSSSSS!!!" she cried, tears streaming
down her face.
Dutifully Frank pushed the candle in as hard as he could, worming it
around as Sylvie's clawing fingers were instructing him to do. Gleaming
wetness seeped down from her gyrating cunt as she rode the older gray
haired man's rampant cock with faster and faster lunges. Her blonde
hair flew all over her head as she worked, perspiring so freely that
she inundated the valet with drops of her sweat.
Ron stood petrified for a long moment. All that Erick had said was true
... and it was for worse than he thought. Nevertheless, Ron had to
admit that he had never seen a lewder sight in all his life. It was
very unusual and it sent shivers up and down his spine, and he could
almost feel the hair on the nape of his neck rising. As for his thickly
swollen cock, there was no doubt that the desire he was feeling was
directed toward the silken blonde performer in the middle of the
dressing room floor ... his broker Tim's wife!
At that moment Sylvie looked up and saw him. She didn't recognize him,
only saw a man standing there. "WHO IS IT?" she said, and then added,
"WHOEVER IT IS COME ... COME AND HELP ME ... HELP ME!!!" The madness
still swirled in her belly and in her brain and she felt like ants were
crawling all over her, creating a tingling lusting state that only
rubbing and fucking would help. With only a second's hesitation, Ron
freed his thickly engorged prick from his pants and moved into the
room. He would do it to her if she wanted, and after they would see
what had to be done. But right now he would do it. He had to!!
Ron saw Frank trying to scramble out from under Sylvie's determined
body, his eyes full of fear now that he had seen Ron enter the room.
With a groan, Ron told the older man that it was all right. Then he
bent and lifted Sylvie up, and Frank stood up beside them. Sylvie
clambered against Ron now, her legs trying to climb his, her arms wound
around his neck, her tongue thrusting forward into his mouth. She
pressed and pushed hard against him, begging him to take her.
"Tim ... Tim ... is it you ... oh fuck me darling ... Tim, fuck me ...
fuck me!!!"
Ron picked her legs up and bracing himself against the wall, thrust her
gaping wide cunt hard down upon his exposed hardness. His speeding cock
drove hard, up and up into her wide-held pussy as her legs clasped
around his waist. He bumped his loins forward to start a hard screwing
motion into her tormented cunt that made her keen and croon loudly.
"DON'T FORGET THE BACK ... FUCK ME IN THE BACK TOO!!! OH SOMEONE PLEASE
DO IT IN THE BACK!!" she implored.
Frank had stood by uncertainly until this moment, and then he stepped
forward. As a younger man, Frank had known many young women, but none
who had made him feel what Mrs. Cassidy had. He was anxious now to
please her as he parted her already wide-spread buttock cheeks, and
finding that reddish brown little hole that had ached so for the feel
of the gilded candle, he thrust his own cock upward into its open
mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Sylvie cried out. She could feel herself sandwiched
between the two men, Ron in front and Frank the valet in back. She was
shamelessly suspended between the two standing men as the two hotly
churning pecks filled her vagina and her rectum, giving her at last
something of the desire quenching relief that she sought. The drug had
taken its toll coursing through her veins, spreading and continuing its
evil work onrushing through her system and bringing her to new peaks of
frenzy.
She yanked Ron's head to her and kissed his lips, his nose, his eyes.
Her tongue slavered over his face. She caught a glimpse of his blonde
hair and once more inquired, "Tim, oh, Tim, is that you?" OOOOOoooooh
let me cum again, just once more!!!" she cried out, but she couldn't
seem to climax again ... her body was left always at the edge of it,
hanging on by a thread but the orgasm never came.
Ron's powerful young body smashed deep groans from his distraught
sister-in-law as eagerly he levered up ramming his thickly engorged
cock as deep as it would lunge upward into her hungrily clasping pussy.
Sylvie strained against him, wanting him deeper, into the insanely
quivering cunt she possessed!
She ground her buttocks down onto the inward thrusting penis that
speared her willingly open rectum. She felt hot sparks of desire
tracing along its nether path between her trembling naked buttocks.
"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhghghdlghhh!" But still she did not cum. It was
always a second away. The pupils of her large blue eyes were dilated as
she felt Frank's plunging cock stiffen without warning, spewing its
white hot juice far into the obscenely milking walls of her defenseless
anus.
"NOT YET NOT YET NOT ..." she cried, but the older man's spending cock
was already limp and exhausted from its call to duty, and behind her
Frank felt the strong sensations of his climax diminishing as his limp
prick slid wetly from between Mrs. Tim Cassidy's buttocks. He stepped
back and tried to straighten himself out, and when he looked up from
his buttoning, he saw Erick Cassidy standing in the room. He was
laughing merrily, watching the buffeting forms of his brother and
sister-in-law Sylvie as they furiously gyrated against each other,
Sylvie's widespread legs clasping behind his standing brother.
"So you came early?" Erick said, pleased with the little scene that he
himself had caused. The drug had done its work well. It was supposed to
but Erick had never used it before. It had been given to him by the son
of the Ambassador to Jabor, a tiny middle eastern country where the men
often used such things to bring them mindless delights with unwilling
women.
"Perhaps I could have a go too?" he inquired politely, brushing Frank
away. The two brothers stared at each other for a brief second over
Sylvie's shuddering shoulder, and then Sylvie's voice awakened them.
"OH DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP!!! FUCK ME YOU BASTARDS ... MAKE ME
CUM!!!"
His blonde hair dripping wet, Ron pulled away from the wall and pulling
his older brother's adulterous wife with him, he lay down upon the rug.
His legs felt weak and shaky after holding up Sylvie's weight all that
time, but he still felt a need to complete the intensely satisfying
fucking he was getting, so he kept her smothering nakedness over him
without releasing his cock from her tightly clenching pussy. Her smooth
legs lay spread over him as he bucked upward into her squirming body.
Her tongue thrust mercilessly into his open mouth as behind them Erick
lowered his half naked body. He had removed his pants and shorts and
clad only in a sports shirt and his shoes and socks, he replaced
Frank's cock inside Sylvie's burning rectum with his own.
"Seems to me I've been here before," he mused to himself, as once more
he felt the tightly clenching rectal muscles massaging all around his
surging prick, making it tingle with a fierce pleasure that sent him
into a mindless ecstasy.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YESSSSS ... THIS IS THE WAY ... THIS IS THE WAY ...
YESSS!" Sylvie kept groaning. The torture was miraculously subsiding
and the strange sensation of tingling joy was again seeping through her
defenselessly aroused body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation
that she was undergoing aroused odd masochistic delights that surged
through her bloodstream rivaling the drug with their intensity. Her
strong hips commenced rhythmic gyrating motions an abandoned harmony
with the increasing speed of the two rising cocks of her husband's two
brothers inside her ... one spreading upward into her tight, slippery
cunt, the other prodding high between her buttocks into her rectum. She
lay writhing between them ... Ron on the bottom, Erick on top, face
downward, her naked breasts pressing into Ron's suit-clad body. He had
not had time to undress, but it didn't seem to matter, as he gave
himself up to the strange sensations of sharing Tim's wife with his
other brother!
Sylvie thought of herself as a prisoner ... a defenseless prisoner ...
the mental mechanism that would produce her orgasm worked swiftly
inside her ... she was trapped between tow battering lust-inspired
animals. Her breasts were being pulled and twisted, her lips smashed
against two mouths that fought for her favors. Never had she been so
royally treated. She mewled and whined at them, shaking her buttocks
backwards up at Erick and screwing her loins down onto Ron as the two
rising cocks met and passed each other against the thin membrane of
flesh that separated the drugged blonde's vagina from her rectum.
"COCK ... COCK ... COCK!" she moaned ... OOOOHHHH COCK ... COCK ...
COCK ... COCKKK!"
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