TNS-527 The Family Swappers BOOK I
by Grace Wilkenson


Chapter 1

Erick pulled he young maid down with him into the tall willowy grass of 
the sand dune. He'd carried her far enough away so that he knew they 
would not be disturbed, and the fact that she had come with him made 
him know that he could do what he wanted with her. Not that he hadn't 
really known that all along. There were few maids who cared to resist 
him for one reason or another, and the reason was usually that he knew 
just how to get to them. He'd been watching this one ever since she 
came to the house. She was his sister-in-law Sylvie's personal maid. 
And because Sylvie gave her little to do, it appealed to him to take up 
a little of the young servant girl's time. She was not more than 19, 
dark haired and freckle-faced. What a little beauty. He'd gotten her 
out of the house in her full maid's regalia, that ridiculous gray and 
white outfit with the ruffled apron in front just like some old 
fashioned French maid. Erick knew that it was his mother, Thelma, who 
insisted that all the family servants dress this way, even though she 
had her own town house in Grandville and only came out to the nearby 
shore from time to time to check up on what was going on.

Erick pushed himself down over the faintly struggling girl's body and 
kissed first the nape of her neck, and then started pulling away the 
top of her uniform. It was easy enough to pull the zipper down and to 
spread the front of it so that he could touch and kiss her pale 
freckled shoulder. She giggled and protested, but his hands sought out 
the small round orbs of her breasts, beneath the prim little brassiere 
that she wore.

Christ, he hadn't been with a girl who wore a brassiere in so long, it 
felt positively wicked! Suddenly, he knelt up and pulled her up to her 
knees in front of him.

"Beautiful!" he cried, "you're exquisite!"

"Mr. Cassidy ... Oh ... please ...!" The maid, Ella, was blushing and 
looking down into the sand before them. She wanted to run away, but yet 
she knew she couldn't. At the same time, she felt flattered that Erick 
Cassidy had been paying all this attention to her. For the past two 
weeks now he had been whispering compliments into her ear whenever he 
saw her about the house, and now today what with everyone gone and the 
others either resting in the blockade of rooms reserved for the 
servants or gone to town themselves for the day, and Mrs. Cassidy up in 
her room, he'd found her and taken her out to walk on the beach.

Ella thought about the letter she'd been writing to her boy friend in 
the Army. When he returned they would be married. How wonderful that 
she had not gotten pregnant in spite of having given into him the night 
before his departure for Vietnam. She was not pregnant and no one would 
know of the evil thing she had done. It had, after all, been very 
quick, and she'd scarcely felt a thing, except the initial pain and 
then a few quick thrusts and she'd waited and then Johnny told her that 
it was over. Erick Cassidy had told her she could finish writing the 
letter later, that a beautiful day like today wouldn't wait for them to 
enjoy it, and now here she was.

He was so strong ... so good looking and his fingers seemed to burn her 
skin wherever he touched her. He was like a young god kneeling before 
her, and she felt unaccountably lowly and ashamed in his presence. She 
also felt a strength of emotion at his insistent nearness, his touching 
and his kissing that she could not remember ever feeling with her boy 
friend, Johnny. She felt herself beginning to tremble even though the 
sun was very warm as Erick began to peel away her uniform. Bit by bit 
it was being taken off of her there in broad daylight. Even though 
there was no one about for miles she seemed to feel eyes on her. 
Everyone would see her, know what she had done. But she remained limp, 
unable to understand why she did not stop the young master of the 
house. He was famous ... they were all famous and they brought all 
those wonderful people she had only seen in magazines to the house, and 
now she was here alone with him, and he wanted to be with her!

Erick's hands smoothed downward pushing her short dress down along her 
torso until it rode around the young girl's full rounded hips. Then he 
pulled it all the way down treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, 
her almost schoolgirl attitude as her semi-nakedness was revealed bit 
by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon she was wearing nothing but stockings 
and panties and her high heeled pumps. Her dark curly hair blew in the 
wind as ashamed, the young girl avoided his stare. The soft nakedly 
trembling protusions of her breasts now freed from the enclosing fabric 
of her cotton brassiere seemed to be just waiting for Erick's lips to 
take the brown nipples in like ripe berries that he would suck for a 
long while.

Erick ran his hands up the length of Ella's calves, letting the thin 
skin of her nylon stockings sing beneath his fingers until he touched 
the nakedness of her fully rounded thins and then her panties and then 
her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and 
pulled them down exposing a gently rounded belly with deeply inset 
navel and then as he continued rolling the nylon material, the dark 
twining curls of the servant girl's pussy hair became evident.

"Ah!" Erick cried, feeling his hunger for the little teen-ager mounting 
by the second. Ella squirmed and began to whimper. "No ... no ... oh, 
pleassseee don't, Mr. Cassidy!"

But they both knew that it was too late for that sort of thing and she 
did not protest as he slid down both her panties and stockings which 
were attached together by snaps.

Ella felt cold now that she was naked and she felt her entire body 
begin to quake. Erick had replaced her high heels upon her naked feet 
and she felt utterly strange ... dreamlike, sitting there in the sand 
with him like that. She felt it couldn't be really happening to her, 
and yet she knew it was, and Erick Cassidy was undressing in front of 
her, moving with an urgency that frightened her. His hard and muscular 
body stood tensed and naked before her within seconds and she found 
herself staring at the hard-up-thrusting weapon of his penis. It was 
long and fiercely red, the bloated tip fully emerged from the thick 
foreskin as the sturdy vein covered shaft bobbed expectantly before 
her.

The teen-aged girl uttered a cry, her eyes big as saucers as she stared 
mesmerized at the lewd sight of her employer's masculinity.

"Like it?" Erick inquired, his voice thick with lust as he moved toward 
her.

*  *  *

The snow white curtains billowed inward as the sea breeze blew against 
them, and Sylvie lay on her side in bed watching the clear blue sky 
that showed through the open glass panes. She could feel the emptiness 
of the big house downstairs, and the vast upstairs bedrooms that 
flanked hers were empty, tool she knew. The young woman sighed and 
turned over on her back staring up now at the unmarred surface of the 
high white ceiling above her. Her long blonde hair lay spread behind 
her on the pillow creating a frame for her softly availed face with its 
finely chiseled features. In her white cotton beach robe, a long, 
simply cut gown that covered her swim-suit clad nakedness beneath, 
Sylvie looked like a fairy-tale princess come to life. It was a look 
that her husband had loved in her, that he had in fact required of her.

"You'd look just perfect in the oval room of the White House!" he'd 
told her once, "and I intend to see you there often!"

Sylvie could feel her heart beating, and could hear the inner sound of 
her blood rushing through her veins, pounding at her temples.

"I should have gone with him!" she said suddenly out loud, her voice 
breaking into the lazy silence of the room. Sylvie sat up and moved 
toward the door. She couldn't stand a moment longer in the room alone. 
It was too dreadful having Tim away ... hundreds of miles away from 
her. She couldn't even stand to imagine him, speaking to all those 
people campaigning in all those small towns in the northern part of the 
state. She knew what it was like to see all those faces turned toward 
you, some with admiration, but others with suspicion and curiosity. 
That feeling of being touched, clutched at as she walked through the 
density of the crowds, or passed them in a slow motorcade. Tim Cassidy 
was not even Senator yet, but the crowd sensed that he soon would be 
... that they in effect would be the ones to elect him and see that he 
got the position. From District Attorney of Grandville to Senator was 
not an unusual step, but for such a young man, and so good-looking ... 
it was exceptional. They knew a winner when they saw one, all right! 
That was the feeling throughout the state, and with the election a few 
short months away the campaign was in full swing.

Slyvie's long, tanned legs felt just a bit unsteady as she hurried down 
the stairs. Somewhere in a separate part of the house there were 
servants, and she fervently hoped they would remain there. She did not 
want to have to face another one of them that day. She knew that behind 
their pleasant subservient expressions they were watching her coldly, 
probably thinking dreadful things about her. She was sure that they 
talked about her, too ... that they probably knew that Tim hadn't 
touched her in weeks. Servants always knew such things, of that she was 
sure.

Sylvie felt a familiar aching in her loins as she walked barefoot 
across the tiled terrace after traversing the big heavily furnished 
living room. The tiles were burning hot from the August sun and she ran 
to reach the smooth grassy lawn that continued for a way behind the 
house and finally turned into the tall grass of the dunes that signaled 
she had arrived at the beach. She looked back at the big sprawling 
house. The Family "Meetingplace" the papers called it, and of course 
they were right. At any one time it was not unusual for the house to be 
filled with not only Tim and herself, but Tim's two bachelor brothers, 
Ron and Erick, and their various school buddies and girl friends ... 
Not to mention the mother of them all, Thelma Cassidy, who was apt to 
pop in for a week's stay with her sons at any moment.

It was nothing at all like ordinary married life, Sylvie thought for 
the millionth time as she felt her feet sinking into the sand which was 
hot, but not unbearably so. The house was comparatively empty now. Only 
Erick, the youngest of the three brothers was around somewhere, Ron, 
the middle brother, having gone along on the trip with Tim, in his 
capacity as campaign manager. It was a tight knit little family, and 
sometimes Sylvie wondered if she would ever really fit into it. She 
felt she stuck out like a sore thumb, and on more than one occasion 
each member of the family let her know that so far she was not working 
out as they had hoped when she married Tim in a glittering ceremony 
only a year before.

Tim, too, had told her of this, and they had had a bigger argument than 
usual just before his departure for this upstate swing. He had counted 
on her coming. "Those housewives up there want to see what my wife 
looks like," he'd yelled at her, "and there's a bunch of school 
children in Middleton waiting to present you with flowers or something 
... What do you mean, you can't come?"

"I just can't, Tim ... not this time ... I just have to stay home this 
time!" That was what she had told him, and finally it had been arranged 
that she would stay. She'd seen him and his brother, Ron, off at the 
airport, and all the cameras had filmed her smiling and radiant as 
usual, and she'd returned to the real emptiness of her life.

Ron had told her with a terse smile before dying her a peck on the 
cheek, "This state is dying to elect a Senator that looks like he 
really gets laid, baby, and you're our ticket to ride. Get some rest 
and shape up, huh?"

The words still burned like hot coals in her mind, even now as she 
walked along the waters edge, the water from the bay spraying at her 
toes, and her long dress whipping against the smooth curvaceous 
contours of her body, outlining the details of her firm breasts, and 
the sensuous line of her hips and thighs. They were all counting 
heavily on the young sexy image of the family to appeal to the hearts 
and minds of the populace. The current State Senator was a diligent and 
much revered white haired gentleman, but his advanced age was not 
working for him in this election. Sylvie knew from what the columnists 
wrote about her that she was very much in favor not only with the press 
but with the average man on the street as well. Her husband Tim and his 
brother Ron would often gloat over some particularly favorable article 
about her, as though it had nothing to do with her. The way she looked 
was 90 percent of it, and she was born that way, tall and well 
proportioned, with a natural poise that announced that she was happy in 
her own skin. Beneath the femininity of her appearance, one guessed at 
a healthy athleticism that marked her as a true American girl.

Photos of Sylvie Cassidy playing tennis or water skiing were freely 
circulated throughout the nation, and she was heralded as the most 
photogenic news item since Jackie Kennedy was in the White House. It 
was not truly easy for Sylvie to endure the meetings with newspaper 
men, or the full day type interviews with TV reporters such as Rady 
Walters of the Good Morning Show, but somehow her winning smile and 
seemingly self-assured manner got her through every time. No one ever 
guessed at her deep dissatisfaction ... no one that is but her husband 
and his brothers. As for Tim's mother, Thelma, she had known right away 
and had opposed the marriage from the very beginning, warning her son 
that Sylvie might look like first lady caliber, but in essence was 
still nothing but a "shop-keeper's daughter from the sticks". There was 
a thinly disguised hatred between the two women that went far beyond 
the ordinary friction between mother-in-law and wife.

Sylvie stopped and looked around her. There was nothing but clear sky 
with little puffs of white clouds here and there, the calm of the ocean 
and the sandy beach stretching for miles in each direction. She had 
already gone a great distance from the house, and it was a small speck 
on the horizon ... Already she felt relieved, and she lifted her 
slender arms and pulled her beach robe up over her head, revealing the 
splendor of her long full thighs, then the large vee of her white 
bikini briefs that just barely covered the secret triangle of her 
hidden pussy in front, and in back showed the top of the deep cleft of 
Sylvie's dimpled buttocks. Her bare midriff appeared, and finally, the 
twin mounds of her gently quivering breasts cupped underneath in the 
white cloth of her bathing suit top. It was a bathing suit that Tim had 
forbidden her to wear, even at times when she was sure she would not be 
seen, like now. Cameras with telescopic lenses were forever lurking in 
the most unexpected places, he warned, and besides, I don't want anyone 
to know that you are that good-looking.

The flattering remark had made Sylvie want to do as Tim asked she 
recalled now, as she flaunted her near nakedness to the winds of the 
sea. But if he thought she was so beautiful, why didn't he show more 
interest in her himself? She had deliberately decided to wear the suit 
today, as though by doing so she might get back at him for his lack of 
desire for her neglected body. Even with a schedule as hectic as her 
husband's Sylvie knew that there was always a little bit of time for 
loving. She remembered well the times when they were first married when 
Tim would never tire of her, and his strong brown body would gather her 
softness into him again and again morning, noon and night, and she 
would wrap her trembling legs thirstily around his back, accepting his 
nakedness against her willingly wide held thighs, feeling the hardness 
of his rampant cock insinuating itself deep, deep into her womanly 
cunt, worming ever upward until she could hardly breath it felt so 
good!

Sylvie took a deep breath now, her entire body remembering, wanting to 
feel him again between her legs, to know the thrilling weight of him 
over her, crushing her breasts back against her chest. A violent thrill 
raced through her belly, culminating among the softly throbbing folds 
of her tenderly nestled golden-fringed pussy in a wrench of yearning 
that was so intense it made her cry out. A sea gull looked at her 
curiously and she continued her slow paced walking along the edge of 
the surf, feeling filled with desire that she knew could not be 
fulfilled for at least two days when her husband would return to the 
family house. And even then, Sylvie was not certain that she would be 
able to focus her ambitious Senator-to-be's attention sufficiently upon 
her neglected charms to bring about the love-making that she needed. 
The whole thing made her so sad that the bright sea-scape before her 
blurred as she felt tears coming to her eyes.

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into ..." her father had 
said when she had announced to him that she and Tim Cassidy would 
marry.

"Of course, Dad!" she'd replied impatiently. She was looking forward to 
the excitement of it all, and then just going on 23, she felt fully 
capable of handling whatever the future had in store for her. Just out 
of college, she'd been working a year in the State Capitol, in Tim 
Cassidy's office. Her pay was nominal but the glamour of working in the 
District Attorney's office had more than made up for that. It was easy 
to share an apartment with one of her fellow workers and to get by in 
the big city on her salary. Her father, of course, had never really 
forgiven her for not taking him up on his offer to come work at the 
department store in the small town of Tillings where she had been 
brought up. He had visualized that one day she would succeed him as 
head of the store, a position which held a great deal of prestige in 
Tillings.

Sylvie bent to pick up a sea shell, and nearby saw others that she 
liked even better. She began to collect them, trying to ignore the 
straining, hollow sensation in her loins that had begun to plague her. 
She had thought she knew what she was getting into. Tim had carefully 
explained to her that it would be difficult, that his work schedule 
would be three times that of any ordinary husband, that she herself 
would be expected to show a perfection that most wives would find 
impossible, that her own duties would grow as his position in the state 
and perhaps later in the country grew. Her words in public would always 
have to be perfectly measured so that they would never reflect poorly 
upon him, or betray a political stance that was not correct.

"Oh, yes ... Tim ... I'm up to it!" she'd replied and then later, in 
his arms, she'd been certain of it, more certain than ever. "Oh, yes, 
yes, yes!!" she'd cried as his sweating nakedness glistened against 
hers, their bodies slipping and sliding against each other, tormenting 
and fulfilling each lustful request the other had; Tim's rock-hard 
penis thrusting high into her tightly clenching, smoothly gyrating 
cunt.

Never once had she envisioned the loss of those carnal joys with her 
ardent young husband. Never had she thought about what it would be like 
to have to be perfect and follow all those rigid schedules without the 
dark tangle of his limbs with hers to bolster each day and give her 
strength for any task.

She had never suspected that the cool hostility of her 36 year old 
husband's younger brothers would disturb her so, or that they could be 
so cruel to the woman that their brother had selected to marry. The 
frosty exchanges with her mother-in-law might have been tolerable were 
it not for the fact that her husband in every instance advised her to 
give in to the older woman, and more than once told her point blank 
that Thelma was right, and she was wrong. Daily, since the long arduous 
campaign for Senator had begun, Sylvie had grown more and more 
disillusioned with the powerful machine that was thrusting her husband 
into office. The ideals that Tim had seemed to stand for were turning 
into nothing but political fodder for the machine, and Sylvie herself 
was sometimes doubtful about her own motivations, or just what her real 
feelings were on what the newspapers called "the pertinent issues".

In private Tim showed a good humor toward his two brothers' blatantly 
uncaring attitudes toward such issues as the labor movement, the poor, 
the blacks, and corporate mergers. They planned their campaign for Tim 
so as to carefully avoid stepping on the wrong toes, and they were 
willing to wheel and deal at almost any cost to get the votes. Sylvie 
often had to contain herself as her husband accepted yet another deal 
that Ron had set up by giving his ruthless brother a pat on the back. 
As for Erick, the youngest, he too was a lawyer, or at least had an 
office in Grandville and his name up on the door with Ron's, but as for 
practicing, Sylvie had never known him to spend more than a few days a 
week at the office. The playboy of the family, he was more content with 
enjoying the privileges of the family money. (Thelma Cassidy had 
married Jenson Cassidy, the now deceased oil millionaire some 50 years 
before.) And he made it a point to date some of the prettiest starlets 
that Hollywood had to offer. Sylvie had met many of them and had been 
curiously unimpressed by their beautiful faces and their outsized 
measurements. She had tried to get Tim to ask his little brother Erick 
to refrain from going into sordid and crude details about his love life 
with her, but Tim had told her not to be a prude and to humor Erick by 
listening politely. Nevertheless, Sylvie found the young 23 year old to 
be the most odious person she had ever met, and she despised the very 
sight of him, with his casual good looks, his blonde hair, just like 
his older brother Tim and Ron's difficult to keep combed, always 
falling attractively in his eyes.

And that horrible way he had of coming up to her from behind and 
whispering into her ear.

"Know something?" he confided, cheerfully, "Jill Jamison sucks cock 
like a real trooper. Had to finally jerk it out of her mouth before 
there was nothing left of it!"

This was a typical lewd statement, and Sylvie felt a ripple of 
revulsion as she thought of it and other equally untoward remarks the 
youngest brother of the "clan" had made to her in reference to his 
latest conquest.

Sylvie turned and walked higher onto the dunes, still walking away from 
the house. She hoped to walk until sundown, when she could at last 
count the long day as being officially over. The following day she had 
several appointments and then the day after that, Tim would come back 
home again.



Chapter 2


Ella began to mindlessly shake her head from side to side as Erick bent 
over her. Underneath her bare back she could feel the shifting sand 
grinding into her sensitive skin. She was so frightened that she felt 
frozen to the spot. How had she ever gotten herself into this? But then 
his chest was pressing against her nakedly quivering breasts and 
pushing against her so hard that she was pressed deeper and deeper into 
the sand. All lucid thoughts were being erased from her mind. This 
familiar man ... one of the brothers of the Cassidy family was really a 
total stranger to her. She had never once dared to think of him like 
this, flushed with desire, naked ... his nakedness touching her, 
pushing against her! His mouth crushed against her parted lips, and she 
had one last thought of her boy friend, off fighting in the war ... 
somewhere in danger at the very moment perhaps while she ... Erick's 
tongue entered her mouth and suddenly she swallowed it hungrily, 
feeling excitement building inside her shivering body. The young blonde 
lawyer was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight 
was on her and Ella knew that within moments she would be penetrated by 
that fearsome looking instrument she had seen between his legs. When 
she had been with Johnny that one night she hadn't even seen him ... 
he'd spared her that! But now, she knew, in fact she could already feel 
its hardness against one of her thighs. Would it ever fit inside her? 
"Oh, lord, does he think," she wondered, "that I'm some experienced 
whore?"

His heavy legs were pressing against hers now and he shifted upward 
letting the fiery pole of his desire-hardened cock pulse against her 
flat white belly.

"I ... I've only done it once before!!!" she blurted out suddenly, and 
she was startled by his response. At first he looked surprised and then 
he flung his head back and laughed a few short peals of laughter that 
made a coughing sound in his throat. Brusquely, he stopped, and his 
face mirroring his lewd intentions, Erick Cassidy whispered to the 
girl, "There's always a second time. You'll like it ... you'll see!"

With one sudden movement, Ella's legs were being parted by his leg and 
the rubbery head of Erick's pulsating cock was sliding inside the 
narrow cleft of her dark-haired pussy.

"OH!" It moved up and down and back and forth slowly within the moist 
confines of the young girl's seeping cunt until Ella heard herself moan 
and call out his name. "Ooooh ... mmmisss ... mister Cassidy!" she 
cried, and the young lawyer in his conceit did not bother to tell her 
to call him by his first name. It simply wasn't necessary.

Ella's unprotected secret passage began to sense what it could be like 
to feel that burning, sliding cock rising inside her soft almost unused 
vagina. She wanted it! she realized with a certainty that alarmed her. 
She had finally truly come to the bad end her mother had long ago 
predicted for her when she was caught up in the attic playing doctor 
with the neighbor's son. Yes ... she wanted it! In spite of all her 
upbringing and going to church every Sunday and Johnny off fighting in 
the war. She wanted him so badly that she felt she would scream for him 
to hurry any moment! His hands were moving, working steadily at her 
soft naked breasts and they felt raw and swollen. That was all that 
seemed to exist of her now ... her stinging yearning breasts and the 
moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of her employer's swollen cock 
as it rubbed obscenely against her tiny hair-lined slit, creating an 
unbearably increasing friction.

"OH OH OH OH OH OH OH!" she chanted, squirming down into the shifting 
sand. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher, trying to get 
a release from the torment he was creating inside her, but Erick's 
lust-hardened cock continued to tease the young teenage maid's 
tormented hair-fringed pussy until wildly, she began to claw at his 
naked back.

"Oh ... please ... I can't stand it ... I can't stand it!" she cried in 
a raspy voice that made Erick's hair stand on end.

He was sweating profusely, and every muscle in his eager lean body was 
tensed toward the moment that was to come. The thick rubbery head of 
his desire-bloated penis stopped its incessant rubbing between Ella's 
soft fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised at the tiny pink entrance 
to her wide-spread seeping vagina. Hastily, his hands went underneath 
her legs drawing them up so that they splayed outward and nestled for 
comfort upon his back, her high heels digging for support.

"CHRIST!" he exclaimed. "There was really nothing better on earth than 
cunt!" he thought, as he let his swollen penis part the sparse black 
pubic hairs and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that 
surrounded the small pussy opening, burrowing, sliding, and at last 
finding just the right central place.

His muscles started jerking involuntarily as he began to push and push 
hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there opening up, 
giving against his driving hardness, the petal-like lips parting as the 
little hair-fringed mouth between her pale open thighs gave way 
unwillingly in one sudden thrust. Erick rammed halfway up inside the 
trembling, almost virgin passage of the young maid's wide-held cunt.

"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" she cried out in pain. She had never 
felt anything like it. She thought that she had been split apart down 
there by the enormous hard circumference of the thrusting penis. 
Absurdly, she wondered how any woman could take such a thing inside 
her. And then the wealthy young man was moving higher inside her 
already torn and pain-filled passage and she started crying and begging 
him to stop. She couldn't believe that he wasn't paying the least bit 
of attention to her that he just kept right on grinding the impossible 
hardness of his cock straight into her, enjoying the pressure of her 
tightly clenching vaginal muscles as they rippled involuntarily in wet 
torment around his surging penis.

"OH NO OH NO OH NO ... IT'S TOO BIG ... NO NO NO!!!"

But Erick had decided that he couldn't stop now no matter what. He knew 
that he was hurting the little servant girl but he also knew that 
chances were she would begin to enjoy it before long. In any case, it 
felt too good for him to stop himself now! The tenderness of the girl's 
inexperienced inner pussy was wrapped elastic-like around his churning, 
tingling cock, as grunting loudly he pushed it all the way to the end 
of her tightly resisting cuntal passage. With a moan, he rocked his 
full weight against the sobbing young girl splitting her flailing legs 
wide apart and arching his cock upward inside her.

He was dimly aware of her fists pounding at his back and face, but he 
could only grab onto her cushiony white buttocks, separating the 
already parted loaves of flesh still further and pulling Ella's loins 
up still higher to meet his engorged cock's need.

"OKAY? baby ... OKAY ... I'm gonna fuck you ... fuck you good and 
hard!"

*  *  *

Sylvie started to turn away. She was horrified to have stumbled upon 
the wildly copulating couple right there in the grass on the open 
dunes. At first she really couldn't believe that that was what they 
were doing, but then of course there was no room for doubt after the 
initial shock had worn off. She ran a few steps away from them, holding 
her hand over her mouth as though to stifle an unuttered scream. And 
then she stopped and stood motionless. From where she stood she could 
still hear them going at it back there, moaning and groaning and making 
wet, lewd sounds. How had she not heard if before? She had walked right 
up upon them, totally engrossed in her own thoughts and problems, and 
in fact she might have stumbled over them if she had not finally 
noticed in time!

"Oh, god, it's so awful!" she thought, bitter that she had to be 
exposed to such a sight, when she was already distraught enough as it 
were. It was only after she had stood there for a moment longer that 
Sylvie knew that just what was so awful about it. She had not seen 
their faces at all, but the golden yellow hair was terribly familiar to 
her. Everyone of the Cassidy boys had it, from her husband right on 
down to Erick.

"ERICK!" The name fairly exploded in her brain. It was Erick back there 
with some girl. Going at it like animals in broad daylight! At first 
she thought she was going to be sick right then and there, her stomach 
gave such a turn, but the bad moment passed, and Sylvie turned back 
toward the scene of her brother-in-law's passion. Later she was to 
wonder just what motivated her return to that lustful scene, but at the 
time, she felt moved by her own righteous indignation to stop them. Yet 
when the offending couple came into view once more, their total 
nakedness and involvement with each other, the fact they were totally 
oblivious to her intruding presence, made her stand motionless above 
them, watching their private act with undisguised curiosity.

Within the next few moments, her heart beating wildly, and her breath 
coming in short little gasps, Sylvie recognized the young girl who was 
her own private maid, Ella, groaning and straining, her face almost 
unrecognizable as she struggled beneath Erick's impaling body.

Erick worked his hips up, kneeling into the young girl and using her 
long trembling legs like a wheelbarrow. Big drops of his sweat fell 
from his forehead onto the girl's quivering white belly. Her pale 
nakedness gleamed in the still bright sunshine as Ella ceased all 
resistance. Stunned and panic stricken, she knew that she was powerless 
to stop what amounted to an attack at this point. Strange and horrible 
thoughts ran through her mind ... he was just using her ... using her 
body the way the priests in the Church warned. He was an evil, evil man 
who was only venting his lusts on her!

Then suddenly, Erick pulled his rock hard penis halfway out of Ella's 
cringing pussy, and the young maid was amazed to feel the first twinges 
of pleasure shooting about in her stretched vaginal passage. His rigid 
cock had been touching every section of her secret pussy, filling up 
every blessed spot of her cunt! Her tight, little used pussy still felt 
the pain, but now there was pleasure too. Above her, Erick paused a 
moment, and then slid back in with a grunt landing on top of her with 
full force. As her head and torso skidded against the sand beneath her, 
she cried out like a wounded cat, but this time her battered and wide-
held pussy responded with an unexpected pleasure so keen that it took 
the little maid completely by surprise. It felt good! It actually felt 
good. And when he started pounding against her it felt better and 
better, until each thrust of her devil-may-care young employer's heavy 
cock into her open wet pussy created an astounding combination of pain 
and accumulating desire that increased by the second!

Ella whimpered and moaned, this time feeling a total awareness of the 
erotic power of her naked body as it molded unashamedly to him.

Watching from her stance a few feet above them, Sylvie felt a peculiar 
sensation; first in her throat, constricting it so that she thought she 
was choking, then it shifted down to her already sensation wracked 
loins, where she felt the terrible emptiness of her secret pussy. A 
stabbing thunderbolt of desire rose within her as she felt her tingling 
cunt begin a surreptitious seeping against its golden haired outer lips 
and unconsciously her hand went down to touch the triangular mound of 
her pussy which lay hidden beneath her tightly outlining bikini bathing 
suit bottom.

Erick thrust into the moistly contracting cuntal passage that fit his 
thrusting cock like a tight glove. Making odd grunting noises that 
expanded into the fading day around them, he kneaded the smooth full 
moons of Ella's jiggling buttocks in his nervous fingers. The highly 
aroused teen-ager was being skewered hard down into the beige sand, 
helplessly impaled by the lawyer's ramming prick.

"OOOOoooohhhh AAAHHH AH AH AH AH AHHHHH!" she responded, as Erick's 
handsome face grew purplish from the full rage of his desire, and he 
fucked into her clinging, wetly sucking pussy with long even strokes. 
Sylvie's maid was forbidden fruit, he thought crudely and fucking her 
was even better than getting any of the others in the house. What's 
more she was a good piece of tail, and he was certain that this 
wouldn't be the last time he'd be getting a taste of it!

Beneath her callous seducer, Ella was experiencing the most exciting 
moments she had ever known. She knew that she was being used, but 
somehow the knowledge of Erick Cassidy's total disregard for her was 
creating a seething fire within her inexperienced loins that made her 
respond with her entire being. Great tides of desire rose and fell 
within her as she writhed incessantly beneath his grinding pounding 
nakedness. His swollen and inflamed member reached the furthermost 
depth of her defenseless genitals, creating lewd smacking noises as his 
swinging sperm-filled testicles slapped counter-rhythmically against 
Ella's naked wet buttocks. She could hear him above her chanting 
wicked, dirty words that only made her feel a greater and greater lust 
twisting throughout her overwhelmed body.

"Oh you cunt ... you sweet whore ... fuck back, you bitch! Lemme fuck 
it like THAT!! I know you like it HARD! You CUNT!"

The obscene words whipped through her as Erick bent her back so far 
that she thought she would break in two, pushing her legs back over her 
head so that she was bent almost double. But the pleasure she was 
knowing was so great that all remnants of pain were relegated to the 
background as other lewd and lascivious sensations took the upper hand!

She had seen those pictures of women driven mad through copulation with 
the devil, and she now knew what it was like. His fingers were at her 
trembling young breasts again and he was holding on tight, rocking back 
and forth into the wide spread plane of her upturned pussy.

Above them, a tormented expression marring her fine sensitive features, 
Sylvie clasped one hand to her breasts and the other to the titillated 
mound of her hidden pussy. Her long tanned legs were slightly parted, 
and despite the revulsion she knew she ought to be feeling, she felt 
herself prey to the most acute desire she had ever known. And it was 
inspired by the abandoned love-making of her brother-in-law with her 
maid! She had slipped into another world, one in which identities were 
lost and she was someone other than herself, watching two people she 
did not know ... two people who were free enough to abandon themselves 
to the unrestrained animalistic behavior she had been watching all this 
time.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH" the young maid sang out, feeling Erick's lean hot body 
pressing nakedly down on hers now while the tautly stretched flesh of 
her buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in midair as her besieged 
cuntal muscles began to contract and vibrate with an urgency that would 
not be denied. A series of spasms took hold of the teen-ager as the 
blonde lawyer's driving cock sped upward into her, pushing each 
trembling fold of her vaginal walls steadily back, massaging her 
internally with each withdrawal. He brought his stone-like cock all the 
way out of her, leaving just the big blood swollen head at the entrance 
and then with all his might rammed back into Ella's streaming pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed bucking wildly up against his 
savage thrust. Above her Erick crooned with delight, knowing that she 
was starting her orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked mercilessly deep 
into the soft confines of Sylvie's maid's soft hair surrounded vagina, 
watching as he did so the way his surging cock appeared and disappeared 
into the hungrily clutching pink aperture of the girl's straining 
pussy. His balls ached painfully as she began to grunt out words of 
encouragement to him, and he knew that he too was going to cum. His 
throbbing cock was filled with a hundred hot sparks and a total 
exhilaration dominated him as he rode into the keening child-woman that 
he had seduced on the dunes. She was his ... still another softly 
clinging cunt was his, and his sperm cried out within his halls begging 
for release into the dark streaming pit of Ella's belly.

Sylvie could see the end coming for both of them, and yet she was 
powerless to move. She stood trembling like a leaf in the wind knowing 
that one touch ... one real touch of her finger ... there inside her 
bathing suit would be enough to release a full flood of orgasm from her 
desire racked loins! She could feel her fingers being undeniably drawn 
there to that hot seeping spot where her tiny clitoris twitched 
nervously among the silken folds of Sylvie's blonde pussy. The entire 
lower half of her exquisitely proportioned body was unduly agitated and 
the expression on her face would have been frightening to anyone who 
had seen it, as slowly but surely her fingers spread downward from the 
heat of her naked belly under the tight elastic of her white bathing-
suit to touch and part the soft satiny threads of her cunt hairs.

"SSSSsssssss!" she hissed drawing the breath inward between her teeth. 
Her well manicured index finger touched the little pin prick of pure 
sensation there at the top of her fully aroused pussy, and created 
bursting sparks of flame that spread all through her system.

Her eyes were glued to the lewd spectacle of climax there in the gully 
of the dunes, as her brother-in-law and her maid reached a searing 
culmination of their mutual lusts, moaning and groaning together as 
though suffering the fires of the damned.

Ella expanded into the full frenzy of her orgasm, her entire body 
curling and arching nakedly beneath Erick's hardness, her face 
distorted with passion as a steady wailing scream spewed forth from her 
wide open mouth She clung to the young lawyer's back with both hands 
and dug her high heels into his sides, beating them against him as she 
danced upwards and gyrated in lewd circles beneath him. Her steaming 
hot vaginal wall clung to the over-hard piston of Erick's cock that 
filled her so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light spread through 
her throbbing wildly throughout every pore of her body. She was falling 
blissfully into a star dazzled night, shattering and being made whole 
at the same time as the pleasure giving cock created a living orgasm 
within her.

"OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooohhhhhh!" she wailed pitifully, her eyes unseeing 
as they registered her spasmodic delights.

Ella's legs quivered in mid-air for a few moments, and then Sylvie saw 
her brother-in-law quicken his pace at the last, ramming into the young 
servant girl with short hard strokes that kept her inner explosion 
working for a long time. Every sinew of his tanned and muscular body 
was tight, especially those of his arms and neck as he bellowed out his 
final cry, and Sylvie saw him thrust his climaxing cock so high into 
the wailing maid that he lifted her clear off the sand dune. Then they 
fell back to the ground in a limp exhausted mass.

Sylvie felt like screaming as her thrusting and rubbing finger 
frictionized the delicate membrane of her excited cunt. But through her 
clenched teeth there came a low toned hum as the quickly mounting 
sensations promised to give her an immediate release! She was cumming 
... cumming certainly and suddenly. Her loins tensed to receive the 
flood of long-awaited pleasure, as round and round her fingers twirled, 
letting the tormenting desire drenching prickles of orgasm fill the 
darkness that had been inside her with a shining white bright light.

"MMMMMMMMMMnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNN!" she grunted, as her entire body jerked 
and trembled in lewd recognition of the powerful forces that controlled 
it.

She did not know how long she had been standing there before when with 
a sinking feeling she suddenly opened her eyes. There, her own clear 
blue eyes met the lighted blue of her husband's brother, as he looked 
up at her from the nakedly twisted body of the maid beneath him. His 
deflated cock still lay implanted within the moist heated channel of 
Ella's dark-hair covered pussy, and on his face was the most horrible 
expression that Sylvie had ever seen. A terrible sarcastic smile played 
about his lips as his eyes probed Sylvie's in a look of recognition 
that chilled her to the marrow of her bones

Shamefully sapped and left trembling by her self-induced orgasm, Sylvie 
uttered a cry and turned away, running blindly down the dunes and 
fleeing across the sand as quickly as she could go. She left her beach 
robe on the dunes behind her, and with panic filling her lungs she 
headed toward the house.



Chapter 3


"Please faster your seat belts. We are about to land at Grandview 
Airport. Please observe the no smoking sign, and remain in your seats 
until Captain Carson has brought the plane to a complete stop. We thank 
you for flying with Columbia and hope to have the pleasure of seeing 
you again." There followed a strident noise as the stewardess did 
something wrong with her speaker and then finally got it turned off 
correctly.

It was only the second time that Arlene Pickering had flown in an 
airplane, and she wondered if she would be doing a lot of traveling now 
that she was going to stay with her cousin Sylvie in her big house by 
the shore just outside of Grandville.

Sylvie had often mentioned in her letters the possibility of Arlene's 
coming to help with the management of the large sprawling "Cassidy 
Family Meeting House," but Arlene had carefully guarded herself from 
believing that one day it might come true. It seemed too much to hope 
for that she would really leave the small town of Tillings where both 
she and Sylvie had been brought up together to circulate in the 
exciting world of Ton Cassidy and his family! Yet there she was now, 
about to do just that, and the attractive 26 year old brunette could 
hardly contain the mounting nervousness and excitement that she felt.

When she had gotten Sylvie's call two days before, she had been only 
too glad to reply that, yes, she could "drop everythin'," as Sylvie had 
put it and fly to Grandville immediately to take up her new duties. 
Sylvie had sounded quite different and very serious on the phone ... 
unlike the laughing carefree girl Arlene had grown up with. But Arlene 
understood that it was probably quite a job to take care of all the 
things Sylvie did, and she was only too glad to go and help out.

Arlene looked out of the window as the airplane started its steep 
descent toward the airport of the capitol city of the State. Sylvie's 
words rang in her head as she looked at the tall buildings rising in 
the distance ... and there further on the extending shoreline where she 
would soon be living with her cousin and the Cassidys.

"I must have somebody close to me whom I can trust!" she'd said. "If 
you could just manage the house and the servants, I would be ever so 
grateful!"

Arlene recalled with some pleasure how shocked Sylvie's father had been 
when she had told him she would no longer be working at the department 
store. Max Pickering was more than an uncle to her, he had been really 
more like a father for she had been raised along with Sylvie after her 
father had died. Sylvie's mother had been a gentle mother to both girls 
but now she too was gone, and only the old man remained.

Nice as he was, Arlene nonetheless was happy to get away from the 
stifling influence of the small town and especially the small 
specialized world of the department store. Arlene hoped that she would 
never have to spend more than five minutes within the wall of the three 
storied building again.

The plane touched down, and Arlene felt thrilled as her body was 
pressed against the seat and the plane raced down the runway. She was 
conscious and critical of her entire body, going over in her mind once 
more the other choices she might have made as to what to wear for her 
initial arrival at her cousin's house. A soft beige linen-type suit was 
what she was wearing, its length just below her knees as the latest 
fashions seemed to indicate, although she wasn't quite sure at all, 
since the other women on the plane all seemed to be wearing short 
skirts as though there had been no drop in the hem-line at all. If 
necessary, she decided, she would pull her skirt up to her waist; after 
all, her legs were one of her best features, she knew, and she did not 
mind showing them off.

Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a cool knot behind her 
head, and Arlene knew that her complexion would withstand the most 
rigorous scrutiny. And she was good looking and she knew it. If she had 
her way, she might have made her chin just a bit less prominent, but as 
it was it gave her face a strength of character that matched that which 
she had inside her. Arlene was strong willed and knew that she would be 
able to get what she wanted in life if given the right chances. Well, 
Sylvie was giving her a chance right now. "This is it!" she told 
herself fiercely, as the plane taxied to a halt. She was out in the 
real world at last.

Her heart was thumping as she began to shuffle toward the exit of the 
plane with the other passengers. There was only one thing that bothered 
her. How would she react to such close proximity to him? She had tried 
to get over it, reminding herself that her long-time crush on the young 
district attorney, Tim Cassidy, was just that ... a schoolgirl crush, 
based on newspaper clippings and the TV. It had been going on long 
before Sylvie went to Grandville to work for him, and then a year later 
married him! Arlene had met him only once at the wedding, and then she 
had been so overwhelmed, so touched by her cousin's great happiness and 
good fortune that she had no room for jealousy in her heart.

She still felt that way really, but the strength of her crush on Tim 
Cassidy was still in full force and she could not help worrying. Would 
her lips tremble where she spoke to him? Would her voice break?

She would have to do her very best to control her feelings and to get 
over her silly and childish emotions!

She emerged from the plane in her turn, blinking and squinting in the 
harsh autumn sunlight. Were her cousin and her famous husband standing 
somewhere across the field in that group of people watching her at that 
very moment? The thought made her feel momentarily faint, and she 
almost tripped upon the metal stairs that descended from the airplane. 
She felt herself being caught by a pair of strong hands, and as she 
turned, an intimate link had been forged between her and the stranger 
behind her.

"Are you all right?" he inquired, looking at her intently. His hands 
were warm and secure upon her arms and she felt undeniably weak, in 
fact in need of his reassuring presence. But, she assured the handsome 
man who had been a passenger on the same plane that she was fine, and 
with some difficulty she turned away from him, after saying thank you, 
thereby letting him know that she had nothing further to say.

The incident was unsettling, and Arlene sensed an unprecedented turmoil 
within herself, a turmoil that this small event had pointed out to her, 
showing her in a way that there was some weak spot within her that made 
her susceptible. She did not want to admit what she considered to be a 
failing within herself, however, and as she walked briskly toward the 
waiting crowd at the terminal, she readied her most self-assured smile. 
She was after all the girl who knew her own mind, who had turned down 
more than one proposal back in Tillings. Offers of marriage from young 
men that other girls in town would give anything to get their hands on, 
but who were lacking in Arlene's critical eye. Why get married right 
off the bat to some know-nothing small town boy? All this time she had 
been saving up to go to Grandville, where she had planned on getting 
herself a luxurious apartment followed by a job, any job at all, she 
would be able to coast on her savings, and she had counted on her 
cousin Sylvie's help in introducing her to some really eligible men.

Now of course all that was changed, and for the better. Arlene would 
soon be meeting more of the right people than she had ever dreamed, and 
life was going to be full of adventure from now on in!

A brisk young woman greeted Arlene and led her through the crowd of 
milling people into the airport. Together, they waited for the baggage 
to descend from a moving ramp and when Arlene's new leather suitcase 
appeared, the woman arranged for a porter to carry it outside the 
modern terminal building to a waiting limousine.

The woman had introduced herself as Sylvie's secretary, and Arlene was 
so impressed that she was speechless. She had forgotten just what great 
status her little cousin Sylvie had these days, and her heart thumped 
loudly as she spotted the ominous looking limousine with its drawn 
curtains. She and the secretary were ushered in by a politely smiling 
chauffeur and there in the womb like interior of the big Chrysler, 
Arlene came face to face with her cousin. The two women embraced and 
Arlene was surprised to see tears come to Sylvie's eyes as the 
limousine started up without so much as a jerk.

In fact, the elegant young woman who sat next to her in the comfortable 
posh cushions of the back seat, bore little resemblance to the 
outgoing, happy-go-lucky girl who had been like a sister to her. Her 
features seemed pale and drawn, and although the younger girl had 
replaced her sunglasses, Arlene thought that she looked as if she had 
been crying a great deal. Perhaps it was her imagination, though she 
couldn't be sure. But Sylvie's whole manner was nervous and withdrawn, 
despite her exclamation of joy at seeing her older cousin again.

"You have no idea how glad I am that you're here," Sylvie told her as 
they whizzed through the outskirts of Grandville. They had stopped to 
let Sylvie's secretary off at the downtown campaign offices where she 
worked answering the multitude of mail that had been pouring in 
addressed to Mrs. Tim Cassidy, and where she organized Sylvie's 
speaking schedule and acted as intermediary between her and the press; 
and now the two cousins were alone in the vast back seat of the 
speeding car, separated from the chauffeur by a glass partition.

"I'm ready to start helping right away!" Arlene said eagerly, wondering 
just where her secret idol, her cousin's husband, was at the moment.

As though reading her mind, Sylvie gazed absentmindedly out the window 
and said, "Tim returns to the house tonight." She paused and then 
continued, "You'll soon see that no one of us is quite like ourselves. 
Campaigning is a dreadfully wearing business. It changes everything. 
There is little time for leading any real kind of life."

Her cousin looked so sad that Arlene reached out and took her hand. 
"Poor Sylvie ... Well now I'm here and I never was one to shun hard 
work ... you know that!"

*  *  *

It was after midnight when Arlene lay totally naked, extended in the 
warmth of her bed. It was an old four poster, but the firm, comfortable 
mattress was quite modern. Her head was whirling not only from the 
extensive amount of wine she had had at dinner, but from the events of 
the evening.

Tim Cassidy had indeed returned from his upstate swing, and instead of 
looking fatigued, had appeared at the peak of his forces. The energy 
that emanated from the man was astounding. Arlene had been overwhelmed 
by his warmth as he greeted her with enthusiasm and welcomed her to the 
household.

"Great!" he declared, winking at her in a cheerful manner that 
nonetheless made Arlene feel a little thrill of excitement coursing 
across her skin. She could still feel the goose-bumps!

"Sylvie needs someone around that is close to her. You look like a very 
capable young woman!"

Arlene had stammered some kind of reply and then the other brothers 
were talking to her, Ron and Erick, asking about her trip and generally 
making her feel a part of the family.

At dinner, which was served late around 9:00 P.M., Arlene was beginning 
to wonder just where all the stress and strain was that her cousin had 
been talking about, and as she observed the beautifully gowned and 
coifed Sylvie, she wondered why she always seemed to be holding back 
... never joining in the general good humor that circulated at the 
table. There were no other guests at dinner, something that Sylvie told 
her was rather unusual, so Arlene had ample time to get to know the two 
brothers as well as Tim himself. Ron seemed a serious sort, and Arlene 
could see that he was the perfect person to mount his older brother's 
campaign for him to reach the Senate. His words were brisk and clipped 
as he summarized for the table what goals had been accomplished during 
the trip they had just completed, and what obstacles lay ahead for the 
Senator-to-be in the next few weeks.

His resemblance to Tim Cassidy was striking, but there was a hard edge 
to his features that Tim did not have. Tim's looks were a perfect 
combination of sensitivity and determination that gave him a completely 
trustworthy appearance. As for the younger brother, Arlene liked him 
the least of all, and his features, though of the same intelligent cut 
as his older brother's, were somewhat softer, more baby-like. Arlene 
supposed that it must be hard being the youngest of two such dynamic 
brothers as Tim and Ron, and feeling in a congenial mood, she drank 
more wine as it was offered to her and listened with all ears to each 
word that came from Tim Cassidy's lips.

Now, nakedly curling up into a ball beneath the light weight blanket 
that covered her bed, Arlene could still hear his deep voice, as she 
played back his words in her head, like a phonograph record. In spite 
of herself, she felt a twinge of jealousy rising inside her as she 
thought of her lucky younger cousin. Now a few doors away with her 
husband ... all by themselves. "He's been away for a few days," Arlene 
thought, "they'll be making love, no doubt!"

She tried to put the thought out of her mind, knowing that she ought 
not to be thinking of such strange things, but it kept coming back. 
"It's the wine," she thought, "that's making me think such things!"

Arlene had never thought of herself as a very sensual person, in fact 
with the various boy friends she had had thus far, she was always ready 
to assert that she could "take sex or leave it alone." She had always 
suspected though that none of them had been able to excite her... to 
arouse her sufficiently to make her crave their intimate embraces. 
Someone like Tim Cassidy, though, she began to muse ... someone like 
that would know how ... She did not complete the thought, but suddenly 
she envied her 24 year old cousin terribly, visualizing the young 
blonde woman, locked against the naked body of her blonde husband. The 
two of them looked more like brother and sister than man and wife, 
Arlene thought, automatically comparing her own dark beauty to Tim's 
fairness.

"Oh stop it!" she told herself sternly, but Arlene's large soft breasts 
were already filled with longing as the big round nipples contracted to 
a tense hardness, and her whole being felt a readiness, a ripeness that 
pushed rational thinking from her head.

"What would it feel like to feel him on top of me ... to spread my legs 
beneath him ... to let him enter, hard and strong, filling me ... 
taking me?"

The tall brunette turned over on her back in bed. She spread her bare 
legs out, separating her long statuesque thighs so that the fur-trimmed 
lips of her dark curly pussy were parted, and breathing slowly, she 
imagined herself in her younger cousin's place. In bed with Tim 
Cassidy!

*  *  *

Tim emerged from the steam of his shower, and after drying himself off, 
strode naked into the room. He was proud of his body with its lean 
hardness that he had cultivated ever since he was a youth at college. 
Now he was 36, and he knew that if he wanted to keep on looking that 
way, he must continue the rigorous exercises that he did whenever he 
got a chance. He was still elated by the way things had gone on his 
trip in spite of his wife's unwillingness to go along. He was almost 
certain that he would win the race for the Senate, and once there, 
nothing could stop him in his quest for the presidency. He was mulling 
these things over in his mind as he did his push-ups on the flat 
exercise mat that was always in the bedroom he shared with Sylvie. He 
was dimly aware of her presence in the room, but his mind was 
elsewhere, already thinking about the firmness with which he would 
handle the Russians as well as the Chinese. The Chinese, he felt, were 
more important than the Russians at this point, and already his lessons 
in the most prevalent dialect of the Chinese language were coming along 
well. His French was already adequate and his Spanish fluent from the 
days when, as a college youth, he took two whole semesters at a Mexican 
college where the Mexican girls were particularly attracted to his 
blonde hair. He and his buddy of the time had prided themselves in 
getting into the most attractive and into the most inaccessible Latin 
pussies in the area, a dangerous feat which was nonetheless not without 
rewards.

"It's good to have you back, darling," Sylvie's soft voice broke into 
his thoughts, and he knew at once that she wanted something. His mind 
computer-like, began to sort through the various possibilities. Long 
ago he had learned to deal with women, not so much as people, but as 
predictable pets who could be counted upon to respond certain ways to 
certain stimuli. No one had really taught him this, certainly not his 
deceased father, who was nothing but a distant figurehead, always away 
at one of his many offices. He had gradually figured it out for 
himself, and had noticed from early childhood that his reckoning always 
worked with his mother, and then later with the steady procession of 
girl friends that came and went like clock-work. There were always 
flowers and cards on special occasions for example ... the biggest and 
most sentimental that money could buy for Easter, Valentine's Day, St. 
Patrick's Day and so on. His pockets were rarely without some little 
trinket or other that he had picked up to cheer some female's spirits. 
Now that he was married, though, and especially since the beginning of 
his senatorial campaign, Tim realized that he had been neglectful of 
his pretty blonde wife in more than one way.

"Go look in my coat pocket," he said to her without breaking his 23rd 
pushup. He heard the rustle of her gown like small leaves brushing 
together as she passed him without speaking on her way to the large 
closet that was in essence a separate room. It had doors opening onto 
the bedroom and also onto Tim's private dressing room. There, Tim knew 
that his valet, Frank, had already brushed and pressed whatever he 
might need for the following day, and that the suit coat he had worn 
earlier would be waiting to be sent to the cleaners in a separate area 
of the closet.

"Look on the cleaning side!" he called to her, his mind still working 
on the current problem of his wife. "The left hand pocket!"

A suitable length of time elapsed, and then Sylvie suddenly exclaimed, 
"Ooooh ... oh Tim ... it's lovely!"

Tim smiled to himself. He had almost forgotten about the gold bracelet 
that he had asked one of the girls to pick up for him during his trip. 
He completed his 30th pushup and lay quietly breathing on the mat.

"Like it?" he asked, his head cradled on his arms.

Sylvie swept close to her husband's naked body. His firm hard buttocks 
were beautiful, she thought to herself, and his long powerful legs. His 
big wide back tapered down to narrow hips with a perfection that Sylvie 
had never seen in any other man, even in the photographs of well-known 
athletes. The emotion that she had felt during her husband's absence 
and the horror of that day on the beach seemed far away now that he was 
right there, a living breathing creature in front of her. Everything 
would be all right if he would just hold her in his arms she thought 
wildly. Impulsively, she flung herself down on top of him, embracing 
him from behind and kissing his face lovingly.

"Oh thank you ... thank you my love!" she said. Her warm body pressed 
close to him beneath the thin covering of her silk dressing gown. She 
was vulnerable and naked beneath it, her body wanting him so badly that 
she could hardly stand it.

And Tim knew what she wanted. The pieces fitted together in his head as 
he felt her palpitating against him, felt her soft breathing near his 
ear. He had only a couple of girls while away from home, nothing much 
to speak of either. He remembered the brief scene with Nancy, one of a 
multitude of young girls who worked for the general cause. The willing 
girl had been more than ready for his lust-hardened cock, but he had no 
desire to do more than throw it to her one afternoon in the privacy of 
his hotel room. A few well placed and well timed strokes had been fine 
as the girl lifted up her skirt revealing the naked hair-lined cunt 
that had already known his brother Ron's cock as well as a few of the 
other who were along for the trip.

"Hell, it's better than jerking off!" his brother Ron said about such a 
girl. The only woman aside from his wife that Tim Cassidy "loved to 
fuck" as he put it to himself, was his private secretary, Miss Grayson. 
He knew that no one in a million years would suspect that he and the 
older woman had such an intimate relationship, and he counted on it 
remaining that way. She had been with him since the very early days, 
and she would be with him all the way to the White House, he hoped. 
Fucking Miss Grayson---a gray-haired widow---was a little like fucking 
his own mother, he thought, only better, because Miss Grayson had an 
experience and a sensuality that Tim was sure his mother lacked.

Glowing press reports about Thelma Cassidy's flower gardens and love of 
the soft feminine things in life to the contrary, all of the Cassidy 
brothers knew that their mother was as tough as nails, or as Ron put 
it, "Her piss would cut steel!"

Tim laughed easily and turned over on his back, the better to 
accommodate his wife's embrace.

"You feeling better now that you have had a little rest?" he asked, 
letting his hands roam up under the material of her gown, feeling for 
the round warmth of her silky brown breasts. Already his sturdily built 
cock was rising to a hard thickness, quivering upward into the air, 
ready for action. "Oh ... I missed you, Tim ... How I missed you ...!" 
Sylvie cried, sighing as her husband's fingers teased at the sensitive 
flesh of her breasts, already feeling the wetness spread between her 
legs as he played with her hardened nipples.

"Oh, God!" she thought, "Oh God ... how I love him!"

He rolled playfully over her, and looking at her handsome district 
attorney husband, Sylvie recognized the look on his face as one of 
sheer lust. A bolt of desire shot through her, as she felt herself 
going limp beneath him. His muscular body pressed unceremoniously 
against her nakedness as the folds of her dressing gown spread to 
reveal her lotioned and pampered body beneath. Already she could feel 
his enormous erection as he growled a little, grinding against her, 
belly to belly, his hard cock nudging into the softness of her stomach.

Sylvie no longer cared about the long weeks he had neglected her, nor 
did she care about the horror of her own actions on the beach two days 
before. Her husband's younger brother, Erick, had tormented her 
ceaselessly ever since with his lewd remarks every time he saw her. She 
was hopelessly compromised where he was concerned, but all that was 
distant, and she felt that she could somehow right everything that had 
gone wrong now that she was about to feel her forceful husband inside 
her, now that she was about to cum and cum again around his rigid cock!

His hands slid up and down her nakedness, moving from her swollen 
breasts to her tiny waist, encircling it and fondling the sides of her 
womanly hips, feeling the skin of her legs, letting it flow beneath his 
running fingers. Her lips sought his, and she forced her tongue upward 
as far back into his mouth as it would reach, feeling his lust-expanded 
cock growing bigger against her naked belly. Impatiently, she reached 
down between their nakedly pressed bodies together to touch it. Her 
fingers fumbled toward the hot shaft of Tim's thick penis, and 
marveling once more at its size and hardness, Sylvie held it happily in 
her hand, her tongue still exploring the far recesses of her husband's 
mouth, while his tongue twirled lazily around hers. She squeezed his 
rock-hard cock gently, and then pulled the thickness of his foreskin up 
over the rounded flesh of the head. Her husband groaned and a wave of 
lust spread between them. Shifting and arching her body beneath him, 
Sylvie rubbed the softly curling fuzz of her blonde pussy against the 
hardened length of Tim's throbbing cock until the blood-red head slid 
against the soaking wet split of her yearning pussy. She slowly pulled 
her encircling fingers downward and the thick bulbous tip reappeared, 
touching the wet pit of the young blonde's neglected cunt.

With sudden decisiveness, Tim moved his hands down, harshly cupping his 
wife's full, soft buttocks. With a groan he pulled upwards, lifting her 
hips and legs up from the mat. He pulled back to position his swollen 
penis so that it would slide into the widespread opening of her waiting 
pussy.

Twice Tim's thrusting cock slipped against the sensitive labia 
surrounding her upright clitoris, causing the transported blonde to cry 
out with pleasure, and then it was pressing surely against the wet 
elasticity of her seeping vagina.

Once Sylvie might have insisted they go to bed, but now, Sylvie was so 
aroused that she did not care that they were lying on the floor, 
nakedly enjoying each other on her husband's exercise mat. All that 
mattered was that her husband desired her. With the knowledge of his 
love she could do anything, anything at all that he wanted. She would 
be the perfect woman, the ideal First Lady, full of charm, wit and 
wisdom, steeped in good taste and moved toward good works.

Tim let his pulsing cock worm slowly but surely into the throbbing slit 
of his wife's tightly clinging pussy. God, she was tight! Once more he 
congratulated himself on his choice of Sylvie as a wife. His brothers 
and his mother had expressed doubts, and sometimes she seemed a little 
too independent, but Sylvie would work out, of that he was sure. He 
hadn't so much thought about his love for her as about her satisfactory 
qualities for the wife of a politician. A small town girl, she would 
appeal to all of middle America, despite her patrician looks, which 
would appeal to the city sophisticates as well as to other countries. 
She was a natural, and Tim knew that he would have to look long and 
hard to find another like her. Finding another was out of the question 
anyway. The country had not advanced so much that it would accept a 
divorced President, and so far as he was concerned, Sylvie was his, to 
be with him for life.

"Got to remember to fuck her more," he thought, as he felt her moaning 
beneath him. The length of his cock slid with excruciating slowness 
into the hot clasping channel of her hair-lined cunt. It was good! Very 
good! He looked down at her as his cock head burrowed hard against the 
far end of her pussy. Her mouth hung open, as, eyes closed, she groaned 
out his name, her heels kicking, legs twitching upward around his back.

Three, four times, he thrust into the clutching cunt that sucked 
fiercely upon his slowly pistoning cock. He wanted fucking, yes, but 
something else was occurring to him. He had meant to break Sylvie in 
before now to something that he liked very much to have done, and now 
was as good a time as any. She was a fast learner anyway, and he was 
sure she would get the hang of it.

"Do something for me sweetie ..." he whispered into her ear, letting 
his impaling cock twitch deep inside her straining depths. She was on 
the very verge of cumming, so gloriously that she could feel tears 
starting from her eyes.

"Anything, darling, anything!" she cried.

"Suck me ..." he said.

"What?" To her surprise, Tim was pulling out of her. Everything inside 
her tried to cling to the hard shaft of his cock, tried to get it back 
inside her straining pussy. She blinked, in the space of a second Tim 
had positioned himself so that his strong thighs were straddling her 
torso. Before her big blue eyes hung two large and hairy testicles 
suspended below her husband's rampant cock. It bobbed obscenely before 
her eyes, actually striking her on the nose, something she would have 
thought ludicrous had not the situation been so tragic.

"I ... I ... was almost ..." Her words were strangled as the cleft 
shape of Tim's glistening cock-head plugged between her deep pink lips. 
Revulsion at what she realized was the taste of her own inner fluids, 
made her thrash out wildly, trying to lift him off of her, but he was 
firmly ensconced upon her helplessly naked body, his widespread thighs 
spreading on each side of her as he balanced himself up to enable his 
lust-inspired penis to enter her unwillingly parted lips.

Many times before, Tim had hinted that he would like to have her do 
this, and she told him that one day she would, always hedging and 
putting it off to the future. Little had she dreamed that tonight would 
be the time he would ask her to pay off. It was the worst time possible 
for him to do this to her ... she thought, hysteria mounting swiftly 
within her. It was utterly and totally depraved of him to ask such a 
thing of her, when he hadn't even touched her in weeks!

Instead of feeling her husband's bloated cock striking at the very 
center of her being, quelling the hunger she felt high up in her moist 
cunt, the moist tip of his penis was pushing inward against her 
clenched teeth, and his fingers were squeezing at her cheeks, forcing 
her to open her mouth.

"Come on, honey," his voice cajoled, but his fingers were hard and 
unloving as they pushed against her cheeks, and finally made her open 
her mouth wide. The entire knobby head quivered inward straining 
Sylvie's mouth wider as the full shaft began to slide toward the rear 
of her oral cavity. Quickly, Sylvie swallowed while she was still able, 
and then she began to gag as its bulk cut off her breathing passages. 
He withdrew the slightest bit, and she began to gulp for air in 
desperation.

She was caught in a nightmarish situation where she could feel her 
husband's lean buttocks against the tips of her breasts every time he 
gave a jiggle downward ... but he never let his full weight down on her 
as he held this obscene position, for he was completely comfortable, 
and he started fucking in and out of her mouth with smooth, even 
strokes. Her nipples began to itch and swell, and she felt a tingling 
on her lips where the heated length of her husband's cock glided past. 
Surprisingly, his cock began to feel pleasantly warm inside her mouth, 
and when it struck hard toward the back of her throat, she started to 
groan with pleasure. There was still a chance that she would feel him 
like this! Inside her inflamed pussy!

Perhaps if she could satisfy his more unusual sexual desires, he would 
want to make love to her more often, she thought, the glimmer of hope 
spreading still more desire through her young neglected loins.

She could hear the young politician's voice coming from what seemed 
like a great distance, egging her on with urgent requests that she 
continue. Frantically, caught up in the rhythm of his lilting lust, she 
began to twist her hips upward, hoping to attain some satisfaction in 
the area of her abandoned pussy, but there was nothing to rub against. 
She began to rub her sleek thighs together compulsively, squeezing the 
swollen tissues of her drenched pussy together while her wide-spread 
mouth continued to receive the brunt of her husband's fucking cock.

She wanted to scream out to him, to beg him to take her then and there, 
to tell him she had to cum or she would die! One long hard thrust of 
his magnificently rock-hard cock would do it ... just one, and she 
would be there!

Her entire body begged for relief as her back arched high from the mat, 
her firm full breasts nudging upward against Tim's obscenely gyrating 
buttocks while his engorged cock expanded a little more each time it 
entered her mouth, stretching and pulling against its own taut skin.

Tim was getting more and more excited, especially since it seemed to 
him that his lady-like young wife was really enjoying sucking him off! 
And what was more she was good at it! Those soft full lips of hers 
created a buffering cushion each time he advanced and withdrew into the 
moist depths of her mouth, and there seemed to be just the right amount 
of space inside there for his pistoning cock, unlike many women he had 
known who just didn't seem to have any place for him to put his cock 
once he got beyond their teeth!

"SUCK IT... SUCK IT SYLVIE!" he cried, beginning to pant heavily, as 
the hardness of his tingling cock thudded against the back of his 
blonde wife's mouth.

He could feel her tongue flattened on the under side of it, and from 
time to time her teeth would lightly scrape the tightness of the shaft. 
He held onto her head as he bucked steadily forward, digging his 
fingers through her long thick hair. Then he allowed his tormented 
penis to pull completely out of his wife's strained mouth, only to 
plunge back in again to the hilt, his balls swinging lewdly against the 
underside of her chin. He thought about fucking in her mouth like this 
in the White House, maybe right on the floor of his office one night 
after everyone had gone; and the thought made him know that he was 
going to cream into her mouth any second.

The large firm mounds of Sylvie's jiggling breasts felt good poking 
upward against his buttocks and the whole thing just felt too good to 
stop. Every sinew of his body was tense and he felt his thighs 
trembling from the strain of kneeling like that for such a long time. 
Perspiration from his head and chest flowed down onto Sylvie's besieged 
face and the tendons in Tim's neck stood out tautly. The wet sounds of 
his sluicing cock at the depths of her mouth combined with both of 
their grunts and filled the sanctuary of their bedroom.

"OH CHRIST!" he grunted. It was starting It was coming faster than he 
had thought, wrenching mindless, building pleasure from a sacred spot 
hidden somewhere inside his loins. His swinging testicles lurched, 
releasing their speeding sperm in a crazy zig-zagging journey through 
his jerking, pumping cock. He started fucking harder into her mouth, 
unmindful of the gagging sounds that Sylvie was making. He could only 
listen to his own inner turmoil, the convulsive climax that took hold 
of him, spinning him around and making him cry out with its acute 
bombshell of sensation

"AAAAA ... AAAAAAAARRRRNNNGHH!" His hands tangled in Sylvie's long 
blonde hair as he cupped them underneath her head bringing her mouth 
forward to meet the stream of his semen. He held her pinned against his 
exploding cock, feeling his jism striking against the roof of her mouth 
filling it and strangling the gurgling sounds of distress that were 
coming from her throat. "NNNNNNNNGHHHHHNMPHF!" As the last dregs of the 
startlingly acute pleasure waned and his rapidly deflating penis began 
to slide from Sylvie's slack mouth, Tim rested his haunches wearily 
upon her chest for a moment.

"AAAAHHHH ... NO TIM, PLEASE, YOU'RE HURTING ME!" Sylvie cried, at last 
free to speak.

Tim was smiling benignly as he lifted himself from his wife's sweat 
glistening nakedness. He rolled happily to the side of her and then 
clambered up. He stood a second, beaming down at her, his naked 
genitals all out of proportion to her eyes as she looked up at him.

"That was great, really GREAT, Sylvie!" he exclaimed. "I'll make it up 
to you tomorrow night ..." He turned and headed toward the shower 
again, already thinking about the next day's work. He would have to be 
up at the office in Grandville by about 7 in order to take care of the 
many things awaiting him there, and then he was expected at his 
mother's for lunch. A fund dinner was being given for him in town that 
evening and at $100 a plate he hoped that his brother Ron had already 
worked up a doozey of a speech.

The hot shower pelted down on his deeply tanned skin spreading a sense 
of warmth and well being to the very marrow of his bones.

"AH! It is so good to be alive!" he thought.

Sylvie lay stunned on her husbands exercise mat for a few moments, 
tasting the salty bitterness of his semen on her tongue and in her 
throat. And then she slowly got up, dazed and bedraggled she moved 
slowly toward her private bathroom and dressing room. She could still 
feel the maddening tingling in her loins that signaled her complete 
frustration and her mouth and jaws felt sore and worn. Suddenly hatred 
for the man she had married filled her every pore, as trembling with 
rage and sorrow, she stepped into the shower and turned on the cold 
water jets full blast. She knew better than to count on Tim's promise 
of reciprocation the following night. Bitterly, she realized that such 
words of hope from her politician husband were like so many campaign 
promises.

"A lot of hot air!"



Chapter 4


Arlene was dressed in a crisp cotton dress that she considered perfect 
for the early morning, and even though it was still cool, she felt 
quite warm as she busied herself about the large house. She had already 
spoken to the housekeeper, Margaret, and established the fact that she 
and not Sylvie, would henceforth be giving the orders. The older woman 
seemed to be relieved and Arlene was pleased to note that several of 
her suggestions had already been carried out.

The dining room was filled with flowers from the garden, as were the 
other rooms of the big house. It had seemed a little solemn before, and 
now there was a cheery sunny atmosphere throughout all the rooms that 
made a noticeable difference.

When Tim Cassidy came down for breakfast at 6:15 A.M. the dining room 
had already received Arlene's "touch", and he drank his black coffee 
and ate his specially flown in French croissants while reading the 
early morning editions of 6 newspapers. The croissants were a luxury 
that Tim hoped to keep secret from any prying newspaper columnists, 
since he knew that the general public would consider such an expense as 
having the delicious crisp pastries flown over daily from Paris an 
outrageous waste of money. But, Tim often said, "It is my money and 
I'll do what I want with it, even if I have to do it secretly!"

Arlene was surprised that Sylvie was still in bed as Tim sped away for 
town driving his own Buick sportswagon. She waved goodbye to the 
handsome young politician, thinking that if she were his wife, she 
would be up every morning, no matter how early, to see her husband off! 
By the time she went back into the dining room, the other brothers were 
having breakfast, and Arlene said a pleasant good morning to Ron and 
Erick, and then let the two blonde men go back to reading their 
newspapers. She went into the kitchen where the cook gave her a cup of 
coffee, and then she carried it to the living room, where she sat down 
on a comfortable leather sofa to drink it. Looking around her at the 
quiet luxury of the room, Arlene could not get over the fact that this 
big house was not only to be her home for the next few months, but that 
she herself was completely in charge of running it.

She felt very, very capable as she sat beneath Jenson Cassidy's oil 
portrait. And she felt that the old man who had been the Cassidy 
brothers' father, was looking down at her with approval. She could not 
help thinking how much more suited she was to the job of taking charge 
of things and making them run smoothly than her younger cousin, Sylvie, 
even though Arlene had only started that very morning on her new job.

Ron and Erick's voice drifted in from the dining room, but the 
attractive brunette could not hear what they were saying. She 
visualized Sylvie upstairs sleeping soundly, no doubt feeling delicious 
traces of sensuality from her previous night's love-making with her 
husband, Tim. Resentfully, Arlene was aware of a slight tingling in her 
sleekly tapered thighs, there toward the high inner center where they 
touched together. But, feeling suddenly ashamed, she brushed her 
thoughts and feelings out of her mind. After all, Sylvie had sent for 
her to help out, and that was just what she would do. Sylvie had other, 
more important things to do and no doubt needed the sleep she was 
getting!

*  *  *

The "snooze alarm" went off at 9:30 and Sylvie heard rustling noises 
coming from her dressing room. The tub water was being turned on, and 
groggily, Sylvie realized that her maid, Ella, was in there preparing 
her morning tub. Once more, Sylvie regretted her own cowardice. Why she 
had not fired the girl several days ago she could not even explain to 
herself. She knew that Ella herself was probably not responsible for 
her lewd seduction on the beach by young Erick Cassidy, that she was in 
fact as much a victim of the fatal Cassidy charm as she herself was. 
These thoughts plus the fact that she feared betraying still more 
weakness to the youngest brother of the family had caused her to keep 
Ella on as her maid, although the mere sight of the girl was enough to 
set Sylvie's teeth on edge. Now, though as the disappointing events of 
the night before rushed in on her waking brain, Sylvie sat up with a 
start.

"GET OUT!" she cried, "GET OUT OF HERE!"

She was satisfied to hear the noises of the teen-aged girl's flight 
from the bathroom, and she fell back to the bed with a sigh. She 
reached her hand out for the printed sheet of paper which detailed her 
day's activities, conscious all the while of the now cold indentation 
beside her on the outsized double bed, where her husband had slept on 
his back all night long. There had been a time, Sylvie remembered, when 
the two of them had slept curled close to each other at night, but now 
Tim slept as a complete entity unto himself, and Sylvie kept to her own 
side of the bed, mindful nonetheless of the warmth she was missing.

Angrily, Sylvie read the schedule for the day. Her hairdresser was due 
in half an hour, and then at 11:00 she had to tape an interview with 
Jay Starker of NBC News. The television cameras were probably already 
being set up downstairs, and Sylvie hoped that Arlene would be able to 
cope with everything. In the afternoon she was due to visit a Foundling 
Home in Grandville where it was known that conditions were under par 
due to lack of Federal and State funds. Her visit was supposed to point 
up these facts and Tim's speech that night at the fund raising dinner 
would no doubt contain a reference to it.

After the dinner which she had to attend with her husband, Tim had a 
private meeting with some of the state big wigs who were supporting 
him, and Sylvie was on her own. At the bottom of the page the word FREE 
was written, and Sylvie read it thinking bitterly of how exhausted and 
bored she would be by that time, and more than that, of her husband, 
who would probably not return home until the wee hours of the morning 
after what she knew was an important meeting in town. There would be no 
love-making that night, she knew, as she climbed out of bed, no 
lovemaking and no comfort for hours, days ... perhaps years!

The prospect was grim indeed as the stunning 24-year-old blonde 
surveyed her face in the bathroom mirror, she thought with desperation 
that she must do something to control the horrible trap that her life 
was becoming. Something had to be done!

*  *  *

"You'd better stick around to make sure that she can handle the 
television people," Ron had told his younger brother, Erick, as he 
climbed into the back of the limousine.

"Sure thing!" Erick replied, "she's a pretty thing, isn't she?"

"Watch your step, Erick! She and Sylvie are like sisters ... Don't make 
any unnecessary complications!" he commanded, disappearing into the 
depths of the back seat.

"I always watch my step!" Erick replied as the car headed down the 
driveway toward the town. "Or at least I try to," he said to himself as 
he turned to go back into the house.

The TV people were making a racket in the living room when he went in, 
but Erick noticed that Arlene had everything pretty well in hand.

"You're going to work out fine, aren't you?" he told her as she whizzed 
by him on her way to speak with the special advisor the family had 
always used for television appearances. A former director himself, he 
brought along the best make-up man in the business and made certain 
that there were no unflattering angles or lighting during the taping. 
Arlene was going to talk with him about the color of the flowers that 
would be behind Sylvie while she was talking to the interviewer.

Erick was pleased to see the newcomer blush under his frank gaze.

"I certainly plan to," she replied, firmly, with a brisk smile that she 
intended to mean that she was friendly, but busy.

Erick watched her go by, and followed her moving hips with interest and 
amusement. "Built like a brick shit house," he murmured to himself as 
he took in the firm but full shapes of Arlene's buttocks as she 
hurriedly walked across the room. "Wonder what those babies would feel 
like in my hands?" he mused to himself as he walked out onto the 
terrace to survey the morning.

He decided that he would hang around until Sylvie came downstairs. He 
wouldn't miss his morning greeting to his nervous sister-in-law for 
anything, not after he'd caught her spying on him at the beach that 
day. He still felt a gleeful exhilaration every time he thought about 
seeing her up there on the dune, her fingers wriggling in her own 
pussy. His own brother's wife! He'd always suspected that she was a hot 
number, and it had always been a source of pleasure to him to see her 
turn red with embarrassment and anger when he whispered those 
suggestive things to her about his girl friends. But now, things were 
much more serious! There was no real rush about it, but Erick know that 
shortly he was going to feel those long silky legs of Sylvie's wrapped 
around his neck. His own hard cock, and not his big brother Tim's was 
going to be filling that little blonde cunt of hers, and she was going 
to love it! Of that much he was sure!

Sylvie came slowly down the winding staircase. She looked almost 
surrealistically beautiful, having just been made up and coiffeured by 
the experts. Her white dress was simple but expensive, her well turned 
calves and ankles led down to a white medium heeled pump of soft 
Italian leather. On her wrist she wore the gold bracelet her husband 
had given her the night before. There was a hush among the waiting 
cameramen and the others that were crowded into the living room of the 
Cassidy Family Meeting Place as Sylvie appeared among them. Arlene 
tried to stifle the jealousy that the sight of Sylvie provoked in her. 
She watched as Erick walked up to her cousin and whispered something 
into her ear. Arlene wondered what he was saying.

"Did my brother give you a good hard fucking last night?" Erick 
whispered into his sister-in-law's ear, knowing that she would not 
flinch or push him away from her with all those people watching 
curiously.

"Because if not, you know where you can always get a good taste of 
cock. Say the word and I'll stick it up in your cunt so high it will 
choke you!"

Sylvie smiled her most radiant smile, but her heart was beating 
fearfully and it cost her a lot in terms of nerves to control the tone 
of her voice as well as the violence with which she wanted to respond 
to her brother-in-law's lewd words.

"You're not good enough to lick my shoes!" she said softly to him as 
though they were discussing the weather. She would deny it all to the 
end. She must pretend, even to herself that it had not been she out 
there on the dunes, obscenely masturbating, watching like some depraved 
voyeur, the sexual antics of her play-boy brother-in-law.

She moved swiftly away from him toward the waiting crowd. People moved 
in to greet her as Erick fell back. In spite of what he knew was his 
upper hand in the little cat and mouse game that he was playing with 
Sylvie, he felt a burning anger at her words. That she would dare talk 
to him like that after what he'd seen her doing!!

"Well, we'll see who licks whose shoes!" he thought to himself as he 
left the house. "THAT BITCH!

*  *  *

Tim Cassidy was in top form. The speech had gone well and they had 
raised several thousand dollars in one night with a standard dinner of 
peas and chicken. He was very pleased. He turned to his smiling docile 
wife who was seated next to his youngest brother, leaning over he 
spoke, "Erick why don't you take Sylvie home. Maybe you should take her 
to the club first. You look like you could use a drink!" he added to 
Sylvie, noting her ashen expression, "I'll be home late tonight ... 
have a little fun!" He kissed her tenderly upon the cheek and was 
already disappearing with his brother Ron and several familiar faces of 
his entourage. They were headed for the meeting that Sylvie knew would 
take place immediately after the banquet dinner. With horror, she 
realized that her husband was sending her off with Erick, when all she 
asked was to be as far away from the youngest member of the clan as she 
could possibly get.

But Erick was already eagerly propelling her beyond the smoke-filled 
room and out into the night air where a chauffeur waited patiently. 
Although Sylvie realized that she could easily be firm with her spoiled 
brother-in-law, telling him that she intended to go home and nowhere 
else, she decided that she must not show her weakness by letting him 
know just how afraid of him she was. Now would be the time that she 
would have to meet with him and prove herself the stronger of the two.

As Erick installed himself in the limousine beside her, she spoke to 
the chauffeur, not waiting for Erick's instructions.

"Take us to the club, Ben, will you?" she said in her pleasantest 
voice. Then settling back she turned to Erick noting with approval his 
surprised expression. She knew that he had expected her to protest.

"I do feel the need of a drink after that dreadful dinner. Don't you?" 
she asked, arching her finely drawn eyebrows.

The doorman at the club bowed and scraped as they swept in the door, 
and after the usual number of heads had turned the famous brother and 
sister-in-law were seated in the private booth reserved for members of 
the family. It was a very pleasant spot, giving a perfect view of 
everything that went on in the small room, but screened off in such a 
way that little could be seen of them. They sat in comfortable chairs 
that were molded together to give the appearance of an ordinary bar 
booth. That was their charm. But they were far removed from the hard 
wood and plastic of their distant cousins.

Although Sylvie did not otherwise betray just how nervous she was, she 
did consume three frozen daiquiris, one right after the other, while 
Erick was still working on his second Jack Daniels and water.

Erick was waiting for her to show some sign of inebriation, having 
decided to go along with her for a while at least. He too could pretend 
that they were the best of relatives ... Tim Cassidy's wife and Tim 
Cassidy's brother having a friendly drink at the most elite club within 
a 500 mile radius. Certainly nothing wrong with that.

"Well, I think I'd like to be getting back now ... rigid schedule 
tomorrow, you know!" Sylvie said. She had downed that last daiquiri a 
little too fast, and she could feel her head whirling. Mentally she 
cursed herself for having had so many so fast, she knew that she could 
take quite a few daiquiris in a night, but only if she spaced them 
carefully. Her nervous state had not allowed her to do so, and now she 
was paying for it.

She was not very surprised when Erick drawled, "Oh I think I'll have 
another, dear sister-in-law, and I'll order one more for you too!"

Sylvie remained silent. She didn't feel that she should say too much, 
she was afraid she might blurt out something unwise. When the drinks 
came she began to sip hers silently, while Erick began to speak.

"You know, I'm glad that we have this little time together," he began 
easily. "You're a reasonable woman ... one who really knows the facts 
of life!" he said, winking unpleasantly at her.

Sylvie was silent. Desperately she tried to keep taking deep breaths, 
hoping the intake of air would sober her up.

"I mean you know the kind of things that happen on the road!"

What was he getting at? Sylvie wondered angrily. Why had she been 
foolish enough to believe she could get through an hour or so alone 
with this odious man? She was thankful though that at least thus far 
she had somehow set the tone of the evening so that he used no lewd 
profanities with her. In fact he was very polite ... much too polite.

Erick had thought about what he was going to say to her when he got a 
chance to do so. He had thought about it all day in fact. Now, it was a 
pleasure to him to see the young blonde woman jump in her seat as he 
casually mentioned, "You know how those little girls are always aching 
to take down their panties for a famous cock. A man can't always 
refuse!"

Sylvie felt something like a knife turning inside her, but she tried to 
keep her voice steady as she replied ...

"Of course not," she said uneasily. She wanted to jump up and run from 
the room, but she knew that she and Erick must leave the place 
together, besides, she was hoping that she could sober up some before 
she had to stand up. Her vision had started to blur a little at the 
sides and the funny whirring sensation in her head had not let up.

"I don't really blame my brother," Erick continued.

Which brother was he talking about? But Sylvie knew full well that her 
unpleasant brother-in-law was trying to taunt her ... trying to get her 
all upset by telling her some story about her husband, his oldest 
brother, Tim. Probably lies ... he was probably making it all up just 
to upset her!

But, she thought with sudden clarity, "WHY ELSE WOULD HE SHOW SO LITTLE 
INTEREST IN ME?" The previous explanation that her husband's 
exceedingly rough schedule both mentally and physically gave him little 
time to think of such things, seemed a vague pipe dream that Sylvie had 
made up for herself in order to avoid the true facts. He was unfaithful 
to her with other women!

Erick's voice droned on and on, and Sylvie could easily visualize her 
handsome husband ... too handsome for his own good, and certainly for 
hers ... sleeping with those girls ... all those horrid little 
creatures who adored him and his brothers ... putting his hands up 
their skirts ... letting them fondle him... Making love with them! 
After all, she reasoned, forgetting and taking another sip of the drink 
in front of her, she had once been one of those girls herself. She'd 
been working in the young district attorney's office, all bright-eyed 
and bushy-tailed as the saying went. She knew just how Tim Cassidy 
operated. Hadn't he come up behind her one day and kissed her gently on 
the ear, letting his hands brush casually across her breasts? Just 
enough to enflame her, to make her want him more than she had ever 
wanted anything in the world! In spite of herself she emitted a groan, 
and Erick sitting nearby moved a little closer to her and smiled.

He knew that his words were having the effect that he wanted. With keen 
interest he let his eyes rove over Sylvie's partially exposed breasts. 
Her dress was not cut very low in front, but he could still see the 
full ripeness of her large creamy breasts, especially if he leaned over 
a bit. He moved over just a bit more, so that his thigh pressed close 
against hers beneath the table and launched into his story.

"I'll tell you a story about one politician I know ... who shall of 
course remain anonymous. It didn't happen so very long ago really ..."

Sylvie started to put her hands up to her ears, but she realized that 
nothing would stop Erick from telling his story. She could feel the 
words piercing her with their horrid meaning, and despite the efforts 
to block it all out, she could clearly visualize the events that Erick 
outlined.

"Well, you see, he asked to have this special girl sent up to the hotel 
room. She was just a secretary, new at that, but there was something 
fresh and innocent about her ... not like the others who are always 
throwing themselves at you! This man told us ... (there were two other 
men in the room) that he wanted to see just how dedicated she was, this 
new girl, and she came up trembling like a leaf, but obviously anxious 
to please. Couldn't have been more than 17 or 18, maybe younger and 
lying about her age. She was blonde ... actually looked a bit like you, 
Sylvie, only younger. In any case, this man brought the young girl over 
behind the desk where he was sitting and brought out a package of 
pictures for her to look at. Well, Sylvie, each one was dirtier than 
the next. Every position in creation was happening in those pictures, 
and there were those nasty full close-ups of genitals ... you know the 
ones that really get to you!

Well, In tell you they really got to that little girl. She blushed and 
then she blanched, and then she tried not to look at them, but this man 
he kept forcing her to look. By this time his arm was around her waist 
and he was holding her fast up against his chair, mailing her look at 
those dirty pics. Well, it wasn't long before the girl realized that 
something was expected of her and she seemed stunned by the knowledge, 
slumping in a semi-swoon against this famous politician, and looking at 
each picture that was presented to her with a slack open mouthed 
expression. Then we noticed that her expression was gradually changing 
to one of excitement. We didn't know exactly why from where we were 
sitting but her face began to show unmistakable traces of passion and 
she began to breathe hard. Then the man beckoned us closer and moving 
around the side of the desk, much to the young blonde girl's 
consternation, we were able to see that he had pulled her short skirt 
up slightly and had inserted his finger under the leg band of her pink 
nylon panties. He was softly stroking the little narrow moist slit of 
her hair-covered vagina. You could see it, Sylvie, glistening with wet 
between her spread legs as the man suddenly shoved his finger upward 
worming it into the tight little pussy as high as he could go!"

Sylvie held her breath. It was hard for her to believe that she was 
sitting in the stodgy protectiveness of the club. That there were 
others nearby who were totally unaware of what was happening, of the 
horror story that Erick was forcing her to listen to about a man she 
could only assume was her husband. She tried to believe that it wasn't 
a true story ... but it seemed so realistic that she was inwardly 
certain that it was! She could feel her body begin to twitch and 
instinctively she pressed her thighs tight together, feeling as she did 
so, Erick's leg follow hers, pressing close again.

She hadn't noticed it there until this point, and then, the alcohol 
circulating lazily in her veins seemed to create a lethargy in her 
limbs, so that she could not imagine why she had started to feel a 
slight tingle in her belly that was working its way down slowly to the 
sensuous point between her tightly pressing thighs. She knew that she 
ought to move her leg away from her brother-in-law's but she had to 
wait until the excitement in her loins subsided. It was puzzling to 
feel the two sensations at work inside her, acute jealousy about her 
husband and that girl, and yet a strange arousal at the lewd impact of 
the story.

"I must be drunker than I thought," she realized. But there was nothing 
much she could do about it. Outwardly at least, she still remained prim 
and proper. Anyone seeing her would not have guessed at the extent to 
which things were slipping away inside her. All the shoring up was 
sliding down and she was weak and defenseless against the deep emotions 
that swirled in her frustrated body.

"Shall I continue?" Erick asked, looking around at the posh 
surroundings of the club. No one could see them, of that much he was 
certain, and his own lustful impulses were driving him to continue 
beyond the point at which he'd thought he might stop. Without waiting 
for his captive audience to reply, Erick went on, beginning as he 
spoke, a steady sliding of his leg against Sylvie's silk encased thigh.

"When the man tired of finger fucking the little creature, and her 
whimpering began to get to him, he roughly grabbed her up and marched 
her over to the couch in the corner. There he sat down and stood her in 
front of him, pulling her shirt to expose the flimsy pink panties that 
encased her round tight little buttocks and the tender split of her 
baby-cunt."

"Tears began streaming from her eyes and she was begging him to stop 
and let her go. But the man pointed out to her that since she had 
obviously been aroused by his finger, they might as well continue. He 
promised her all sorts of things ... special jobs with the 
organization, even a raise in salary. Those girls hardly get anything 
you know. Well, she protested and seemed hurt that he would even 
suggest such a thing and finally she began to tearfully remove her 
clothing. She stripped everything from her young budding body and the 
man did the same. I must admit Sylvie that we did too, the whole thing 
was just too exciting for words!"

"Well, there he was standing there with his big hard-on standing out 
like a tree trunk in front of him. I won't mention the size of mine ... 
you've seen it any way haven't you, Sylvie?" Erick's leg rubbed 
insistently against hers, and his hand dropped to the edge of her skirt 
beneath the table.

"The girl finished dropping her panties to the floor and stood before 
an of us, her arms covered her firm young tits. She had soft golden 
hair covering her little cunt and the base of her belly was white and 
soft."

"The man pulled her up on the couch with him. He lay on his back and 
forced her to straddle his nakedness. The round whiteness of her 
buttocks was visible to all as she was poised directly over the 
hardness of his long cock. She sobbed as he put his hands underneath 
her and began to guide his own pack toward the tiny moist open lips of 
the young girl's baby cunt. We could see him moving it up and down in 
the moist glistening slit for a moment moving through the soft pubic 
hair, and she was crying out and saying she'd never done it before and 
we were standing jerking off as best we could a few feet away when he 
ground his hips upward and pulled her down on his pile-driving cock!"

Sylvie's eyes were round saucers and she knew that she ought to scream 
and tear herself away from the serpent-like fascination of her brother-
in-law's words. She could feel his fingers rising on her leg, moving 
upward toward the nakedness of her upper thigh, beyond the place where 
her black garter belt held her stockings. But the rum had had a 
strangely tranquilizing effect upon her and instead she sat frozen in 
immobility, helplessly aroused by the feel of Erick's fingers and by 
his thigh so close to hers. She tried, nonetheless to turn away, 
managing only to move her head. Looking out and over the other people 
who were some distance away in the bar of the club, she found herself 
visualizing her husband with another girl ... the one in the story. 
Instead of the absolute revulsion she had felt at the beginning, she 
felt an odd quivering deep between her thighs.

His infidelity somehow freed her and made her cause more righteous. As 
though by pinpointing the direct cause of her unhappiness she was 
better able to fight it! She closed her eyes and thought about the 
fingers that were now on her naked thighs. They felt warm and real ... 
necessary to her well-being. Why should she not have the pleasure when 
the men gave it to themselves freely whenever they wanted? Why should 
she have to suffer and be perfect, when they were far from perfection 
themselves! Why had law condemned her to a life of frustration and 
silence, of meek smiles for the photographers and inane utterances for 
the press!?

Erick's hand gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft full flesh of 
her thigh that sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting up to the 
seeping moist triangle of her pussy. She uttered a low helpless groan 
and slid back against the cushion behind her, letting it cradle her 
heavy head. Erick took full advantage of the moment to slide his hand 
up to the soft roundness of his brother's wife's buttocks where they 
lay encased in a brief swatch of panties.

"Oh, God, no, we can't ... we can't ..." she whimpered helplessly, 
trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She thought she could see 
the waiter looking in their direction but she knew that he could really 
not see anything unless he came around the partition, and he wouldn't 
do that unless they rang for him. She tried to squirm away from her 
brother-in-law but his strength was too great and she only succeeded in 
worsening her position. His hand cupped from behind into the split of 
her seeping pussy, and through her panties he began to steadily flick 
his middle finger upward against the raging madness she felt there.

"Oh, please ... don't do it ... don't do this to me ..." she cried.

"Why not?" he inquired, "why shouldn't we ... Tim fucks all the cunt he 
can get when he's away from you, why shouldn't you get a little extra 
cock?"

The crude words echoed Sylvie's own thoughts, and they sent a chilling 
feeling of uncontrolled longing throughout her loins. She gasped as the 
fingers of his hand pushed teasingly up against the hopelessly aroused 
pit of her trembling pussy. "Stop, please don't, don't touch me there 
anymore ..." she pleaded, but her body was telling her otherwise, and 
Erick sensing it and feeling her squirming wetness against the palm of 
his hand and his fingers, brought his other hand up and around her, to 
touch the side of this sister-in-law's breasts, pushing hard against 
the soft yielding flesh. Sylvie moaned and tried to pull away, using 
all her will power to overcome the rising sensations building up in the 
pit of her stomach. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of 
her buttocks as she felt him slipping his finger slowly under the tight 
elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering 
helplessly, as the tip of his index finger found the narrow sensitive 
slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic 
hair and making sudden real contact with the throbbing, lusting head of 
her clitoris. It was thoroughly soaked from the unwanted desire that 
permeated Sylvie's whole being and she sucked in her breath tightly to 
hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. 
She knew that she must not make the sounds she wanted to make. They 
were after all in a public place! No one must know what was going on 
... no one must find out that Tim Cassidy's wife was being obscenely 
and horribly embraced beneath her skirt by her husband's own brother!

She lay half reclining in the booth, totally helpless while Erick's 
hands played with her warm secret flesh, and tears of humiliation began 
to cascade down her face.

"So this is that little pussy you were petting by the beach that day!" 
Erick whispered hoarsely to his brother's wife. "You were really 
getting your kicks from watching me fucking the maid ... admit it!" he 
choked out, slipping his fingers with urgency up against her quivering 
clitoris. Sylvie found her hips suddenly squirming in involuntary 
rhythm to the teasing of his rummaging finger.

"Oh ... no ... no ..." she protested, but to no avail.

"Spread you legs a little wider, let me get inside!" Erick cried.

"NO ... not here ... someone will see ... we can't ... we can't ..."

Erick paused a moment and looked around them. She was right. It was 
foolish to continue the audacious game right there. He had a sudden 
idea. He rang for the waiter.

"Straighten yourself up," he commanded, "we're going to one of the 
private rooms."

Hurriedly, Sylvie tried to present the best appearance she could. And 
when the waiter appeared, the two of them looked as though butter 
wouldn't melt in their mouths. But underneath her skirt, Sylvie felt 
her aching and yearning pussy, tingling with the desire that had 
accumulated within the past few moments at the club.

The new drinks were set up in the private room upstairs and the waiter 
was withdrawing from the room. Sylvie sat on a low sofa near the window 
and noticed that there was a separate exit to the room. The street was 
below. The street and freedom. She felt somehow more sober now, and the 
full realization of her actions had come to her with shattering force 
as she and Erick entered the room. She had to get out of there at any 
cost.

"We'll be expecting my brother and some others," Erick lied, "so please 
direct them here should they come in."

The waiter replied that he would of course comply with Erick's wishes, 
and disappeared closing the door behind him. Erick sprang up and locked 
the door, and the loud Sylvie's ears with terrible finality.

"Erick," she stammered, as the youthful blonde lawyer came toward her, 
"let's act like adults ... You can't seriously think that I am going to 
..."

Her words were cut off as he took hold of her, drawing her sharply up 
against his lean body. His lips pressed hard on hers, his tongue 
penetrating their tight defense with ease, as his hips ground 
lasciviously against her. She could feel the hard poker shape of his 
thickened penis rising against her trembling belly, and in spite of 
herself she recalled its enormous, bloated appearance when she had 
watched it appearing and disappearing into the servant girl's willingly 
wide-spread genitals.

"OH GOD," she groaned, slumping against him. "I ... I can't go through 
with it!" But her entire body lurched uncontrollably in his arms, as 
she felt the thick cock that could give her so much pleasure ... so 
much relief that she needed and that her husband had not given her. She 
thought of the depraved act Tim had made her perform only the night 
before, and how her hopes for satisfaction had been so cruelly 
shattered.

"You know you want it ..." Erick was saying, and he pulled hurriedly 
away from his sister-in-law. She leaned against the wall and watched, 
wide-eyed as her husband's younger brother began to strip his clothes 
from his body. She closed her eyes to block out the view, and then when 
she opened them he stood in front of her completely naked, his hard 
cock standing out from beneath the lean tautness of his belly. Lewdly, 
he began stroking the uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the 
bulbous head.

"I know that Tim's cock is not nearly as big as mine!" Erick smiled, 
watching her carefully as though she were some insect that he had 
trapped. Sylvie tried to speak, but she could not. What on earth could 
she say or do against such a fiendish man. Her eyes automatically 
gravitated to the spot where hideously he was masturbating in front of 
her, and in spite of her fear, she could not help imagining what it 
would feel like inside her. It would fill her more than anything had 
ever filled her before, that much she knew. It was true that Erick was 
bigger than his older brother, but Sylvie had always been told that 
size made little difference. It was a man's actual technique in love-
making that counted. She remembered all those times when Tim had made 
her deliriously happy, and then bitterly thought of just how long ago 
those times were, and that he was probably using those same techniques 
on myriads of other girls. While she remained totally unsatisfied and 
at the mercy of such madmen as his younger brother, Erick!

"D ... don't touch me again!" she stammered. But inwardly she knew 
there was no escape now. It was going to happen. He reached out for her 
pulling her close to the sofa and she began to feel as though a rush of 
flames were licking her body as his fingers began moving up and down 
her clothed loins.

"Let's just take it nice and slow and easy!" he exclaimed. "I'm not 
just going to give you just any old brush-over fuck. You are going to 
beg me for it, Sylvie!" He dropped to his knees in front of her as she 
swayed above him, lifting her skirt and hooking his finger in the 
elastic waistband of her panties and pulling them slowly down over the 
softness of her round full buttocks until they dropped in a small pile 
of material around her ankles.

She swayed again dangerously, almost losing her balance as a wave of 
dizziness filled her already horribly whirling head. Suddenly, she felt 
his lips pressing tightly into the naked flesh of her belly. The wet 
contact sent chills racing the length of her spine, and she 
automatically reached forward with her hands, to lock them in Erick's 
blonde hair to keep from falling. Encouraged by her action, Erick 
dropped his lips to the golden triangle of curl-lined pussy and 
spreading the soft hair with his thumbs, flicked his tongue inside the 
moistly flowering slit of her unwillingly aroused vagina.

Sylvie jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the upright bud 
of her clitoris, and fell backwards, losing her balance completely, so 
that she landed on the sofa behind them. Erick leaped forward and 
caught her so that she lay flat on her back sprawled with her long 
patrician legs wide open and him right where he wanted to be ... 
between them. Her eyes opened wide in abject terror, Sylvie struggled 
to close them but it was hopeless. Looking down, she could see her 
husband's brother hunched down on all fours between her widespread 
thighs grinning up at her savagely. The moistly offered flesh of her 
nakedly cringing pussy was presented to his leering face in defenseless 
sacrifice. Below, the shreds of her torn panties clung to one of her 
ankles as she lay frozen on the sofa, her humiliation complete as Erick 
lowered his face between her legs. His hands were flat against the soft 
inner flesh of her thighs as his thumbs rested on the quivering hair-
fringed lips of her cunt. With a slow tortured outward movement, he 
drew the ragged pink lips of Sylvie's trapped pussy apart, exposing the 
inside of it to his lascivious gaze. Then his head was buried against 
her trembling mound, and his long slippery tongue burrowed snake-like 
into the warm throbbing secret walls of her pussy.

"OOOOOOOOOOOhhh GOD!!! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" she whimpered, lifting her 
blonde head up off the sofa to watch with horrified disbelief as 
Erick's tousled head rocked to and fro between her trembling thighs.

"THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING ... N000000!" she groaned over and over 
flailing helplessly from side to side as her brother-in-law's tongue 
speared and licked in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her 
exposed pussy. Yet in spite of her humiliation and revulsion, tiny 
wisps of forbidden pleasure were rippling deep down in her belly. 
Erick's hands moved up over the tanned flatness of her quivering belly 
and he dug his fingers up toward the hardening nipples of her breasts 
beneath her dress. Still, his mouth and tongue worked and slipped 
against the wide-spread thighness of her thoroughly inundated cunt, his 
eyes remaining wide open so that he could watch in arrogant delight, 
the contortions of his beautiful victim's features.

He was waiting, and he was prepared to wait a long while if necessary 
for the signs which he knew were sure to come. She must surrender to 
him! She had to!

Sylvie lay stunned in abject submission to the depraved outrages she 
was being subjected to. Yet there was nothing she could do, and great 
tears of humiliation and shame swelled in her eyes as she realized that 
he was making dangerous inroads into the lurking passion that dwelled 
just beneath the surface of her frazzled nerve-endings. Random thoughts 
of her husband with other women flickered through her mind as the wet 
sucking noises drifted upward to her ears. How would she ever be able 
to face Tim again after letting this happen to her. No matter what he 
had done, didn't she at least owe him enough not to groan in 
degradation and desire beneath his own brother? There had been times 
before when Sylvie Cassidy had felt alone and helpless, but nothing she 
had been through had prepared her for this vile moment.

Erick kept his eyes upon Sylvie's face as he continued the torturing 
thrusts of his tongue into her slippery vagina. When he saw her tears, 
he felt a thrill of satisfaction. This would teach her ... the god-
damned little stuck-up bitch! Not good enough to lick her shoes indeed 
... well, he was good enough to lick her cunt, all right! Before the 
night was over she'd be crawling to him on her hands and knees, begging 
for it! He began to suck furiously at the tender rosy inner lining of 
Sylvie's cunt. This will get her! he thought, lewdly, beginning to make 
rapid up and down motions with his tongue, and then flicking the 
pointed edge into the well of Sylvie's seeping vagina. Then he sucked 
and pulled on the soft petal-like lips of her cunt until he heard her 
crying out above him.

"OOOOOhhhhOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Sylvie realized with a sudden sense of 
devastation that her loss of control was complete. She clenched her 
teeth tight together and fought it with all her might, but the tiny 
rising sparks continued to mount within her and burst into a sudden 
uncontrollable flame that began to devour her. Her shamelessly aroused 
body suddenly jerked spasmodically upward and her hands were curling 
down into his hair as with a low soul stirring groan she began a slow 
abandoned movement with each thrust of her brother-in-law's lapping 
tongue. Forgotten were all thoughts of Tim ... her unfaithful husband, 
forgotten was the humiliation of having this happen to her in a private 
room at the club, with all sorts of important people outside beyond the 
locked door. All that mattered now were the sharp shafts of pleasure 
that pierced through her private flesh like little needles of sinful 
excitement.

Erick sensed her sudden submissiveness and began thrusting harder and 
harder into the quivering sheath of Sylvie's hopelessly aroused vagina. 
He luxuriated in the feel of her soft silky cunt hair grazing against 
his face, tickling the tip of his nose and sides of his cheeks as his 
brother's wife ground her buttocks upward in a slow hypnotic rhythm 
against his face. She was his now, he gloated, watching with excitement 
as Sylvie began to emit a long, continuous wail of passionate 
fulfillment.

"NNNNNNNNNNGHGHGHGHHHHHH!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!!! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" she cried over and over again, sliding and 
bucking furiously up against his face as the contortions of her 
powerfully triggered orgasm rolled throughout her lustfully taxed 
system. Eyes rolling back in their sockets, her lips bared back over 
the whiteness of her teeth she resembled a mad woman more than the 
sleek and cool Sylvie Cassidy that the public knew so well.

"OOOOooooh OOOOOHHHHHMY GOOD GOD!!! IT'S NOT OVER YET!!! OOOHHHH 
AGAIN!!! AGAIN!!!!'' She was cumming again before she could do anything 
about it, and below her flailing gyrating limbs, Erick sucked at the 
tormented wide-held surface of Sylvie's loins. It wouldn't be long now, 
he sensed until he rammed it deep into that little belly of hers, shot 
his hot burning load of cum deep into this tight streaming pussy! 
Sylvie Cassidy was just another whore begging for his cock, and she was 
going to get it all right and get it good!



Chapter 5


Arlene slipped back into her room carefully and closed the door 
soundlessly behind her. She had been listening all night for the return 
of the various members of the family, and it was some surprise to her 
to look out of her window and see a taxi pulling up to the side 
entrance. To her wonderment, she saw Sylvie hurriedly getting out of 
the cab and run into the house. She was all by herself! Arlene got a 
good look at her younger cousin as she was climbing the stairs and saw 
that she was in a totally disheveled state.

"My goodness!" she said to herself now, "what has Sylvie been up to?"

When a few moments later she heard the sounds of another car, this time 
toward the front of the house, Arlene put a robe on over her usual 
sleeping outfit, her naked skin, and went to investigate. From her 
hiding place at the top of the stairs she could see Erick Cassidy 
coming in the front door and he looked madder than a red hornet! Arlene 
cunningly slipped behind a pillar as he climbed the stairs. To her 
amazement, he went directly to Sylvie Cassidy's door and knocked on it.

"You open this door or I'm going to break it down!" Erick declared. He 
knew that his brothers Tim and Ron would not yet have returned home and 
that Sylvie was alone in there. He stood fuming outside the door 
listening for some sign of motion inside. The little bitch! he thought, 
running out on me like that!

It had been an easy matter for Sylvie to dash out the separate exit 
door of the private room at the club. She was still fully dressed 
despite the torn state of her panties and the ravishment of her loins 
by her brother-in-law's persistent tongue. As for Erick, he was stark 
naked and could not chase after her until he had finished dressing.

There was no answer from Sylvie's room.

"You got your nookie and that's enough for you!" Erick declared 
unpleasantly, "I wasn't licking your cunt all night for nothing, you 
know!" he growled and turned away, storming toward his own room further 
down the long hall.

As Sylvie trembled in her bed, deeply ensconced beneath the covers, her 
cousin Arlene listened, outside in the hall, to the retreating 
footsteps of Erick Cassidy with burning ears.

"SO THAT'S IT!" she thought. Her prim little cousin was actually a 
promiscuous runaround.

"How could she!" Arlene thought, scandalized, "and with Tim's own 
brother, too!" She was outraged as she went back to her room to mull 
the whole thing over.

"Poor Tim," she thought, "poor, poor Tim!"

Arlene let all her bad feelings and thoughts about her young blonde 
cousin's ineptness come to the fore as she sat before the small 
cocktail table in her room and tried to think of what to do about what 
she'd just learned. The first thing Arlene wanted to do was to make 
sure that Tim did not suffer too much at the hands of his uncaring 
wife, and Arlene decided she would go downstairs and wait for his 
return home. That was something Sylvie ought to be doing ... any decent 
wife would, she thought huffily as she changed into a flowing hostess 
gown of a deep emerald green.

The thought that she might take Sylvie's place in more ways than one 
had not yet fully formulated itself in her mind as she tip-toed down to 
the large empty living room and without turning the lights on, sat 
waiting for the sound of Tim's car on the gravel outside.

She was about to drift off to sleep ... (it had been a long, hard day 
for her, too, and she felt emotionally exhausted by the tumultuous 
events in the Cassidy household) when at last she heard the sound of 
doors closing and then the tell-tale crunch of footsteps up the walk. 
The chauffeur driven car started up again and down toward the garage. 
Tim often left his own car in town when the occasion called for him to 
use a chauffeur.

"Good night, Ron!" Arlene heard Tim calling to the middle brother of 
the family as the latter went upstairs.

"See you in the morning, Tim!"

She had forgotten that Tim was rarely alone, but now, luck was with 
her. The fatigued district attorney probably intended to have a quiet 
nightcap by himself in the living room. She sat silently, holding her 
breath in anticipation. Every fiber of her being was tensed toward the 
wonderful man who was entering the living room. She thought about it 
now, he was truly her idol, even more so now that she knew more about 
him. Now that she was living right in his house!

The overhead lights went on suddenly, and Arlene sat up, blinking.

"Well, hello there!" Tim said. "What a pleasant surprise!"

Arlene rose and greeted her cousin's husband, thankful that he did not 
directly ask her what she was doing there although the question seemed 
to hang in the air between them.

She saw Tim taking in the softly clinging lines of her emerald green 
gown, and she was grateful that she saw approval in his eyes. A trifle 
more sure of herself, she offered to get Tim a drink.

"Yes ..." Tim said slowly, sinking into his favorite easy chair. "I'd 
like that! Any sign of Sylvie?"

Arlene was already busying herself over at the bar, fixing the dry 
martinis that she had been told Tim Cassidy drank. Her legs felt weak 
as she stood with her back to him, divining that his eyes were matter-
of-factly taking in the swelling curves of her buttocks while she 
stirred the frosty liquid in a tall crystal pitcher.

"S ... Sylvie?" she stammered. She wanted to blurt out the whole truth, 
to tell this decent dedicated man exactly what his wife had been up to, 
but she felt that she really couldn't do that. "Yes ... she came in 
about an hour ago ... and Erick, too!" she added, hoping that Tim might 
guess by her voice that something was wrong ... that his wife had 
indeed been out doing the most depraved things with his very own 
younger brother! But Tim seemed to notice nothing. His blonde head lay 
back on the chair and he stared up at the large chandelier that hung 
from the high ceiling above him.

"Yes ... they went to the club, I suppose ... Wish I'd had a chance to 
go myself." He was thinking about the meeting that he had been to and 
about the things he had to promise. He was a little disgusted with 
himself about giving in to Grady like that, but he needed the votes 
that the older politician controlled. Politics made strange bedfellows 
all right, he mused, but he never thought he'd end up kissing Grady's 
ass.

As Arlene approached with the drink, she'd made one for herself, too, 
Tim automatically stretched out his hand for it. He didn't bother to 
look at the comely new addition to his household, but his mind was 
already at work on what reasons she might have for being in the living 
room in the dark, all by herself in the middle of the night.

He had learned from both Ron and Erick, as well as his wife, that the 
26 year old brunette was not only working out extremely well, but that 
she gave every promise of being excellent at her job as liaison between 
Sylvie and the large household. Tim was always glad when things were 
going smoothly, and he sipped his martini thoughtfully, trying to blot 
out old Grady's face from his memory.

"What's the matter with this drink?" he suddenly asked, opening his 
eyes and looking directly across at Arlene. She sat poised on the sofa 
across from him taking in every handsome detail of Tim Cassidy's face. 
His strong, aquiline nose, his thin yet sensuous lips, the firm chin. 
Now she nearly jumped out of her skin as suddenly his imperious blue 
eyes were focused directly upon her and nowhere else.

"I ... I don't know ... perhaps I did something wrong ..." she 
stammered, rushing to take his glass from him. "I'll make it over!" she 
offered.

"I'll bet you didn't use the Beefeaters," Tim said, his lips suddenly 
breaking into a smile. "Forget it ... might as well go along with what 
the peasants drink ..." he laughed easily, waving her back to her seat.

Arlene saw nothing wrong with the taste of the martini, but she was not 
very accustomed to drinking, and knew that she was no real judge. She 
had not even noticed what brand of gin she'd used for the drinks, 
having only made certain that the bottle said Gin. Now, she made a 
mental note that she must always ask the brand before making any future 
drinks for anyone.

"I'm so sorry ..." she apologized. Tim was looking at her with frank 
curiosity, and she blushed as she saw that his mind had obviously left 
the subject of the martinis some time ago.

"My wife is very happy that you are here," he said, still looking at 
her steadily.

Arlene felt a rush of anger. If only he knew! She ached inside so, she 
wanted to tell him so very badly it was difficult for her to contain 
herself. If she were Tim's wife she knew that she would never so much 
as look at another man!

"I'm glad to be here ... she answered. "I really ... like being here. 
Helping out!"

"Yes," Tim replied, "one thing I'll say for us Cassidy's, we need a lot 
of help. We also get the best, always!"

Arlene was not sure whether or not that was intended as a compliment 
for her. She decided that she would just smile. She couldn't help 
thinking that one day Tim Cassidy was going to be Senator, and then, 
more than likely, he would be President of the United States. The 
thought was staggering. Nevertheless, the martini was giving her a 
pleasant glow that made her feel more comfortable, and much more 
confident than before. After all, she had every right to be there 
chatting with him. She was now an integral part of his household, and 
she reminded herself, she must do for him what his uncaring wife 
neglected to do!

She thought resentfully of Sylvie upstairs in bed, not even knowing 
that her husband had come home, probably thinking over her excitement 
of that evening with young Erick Cassidy! With a start Arlene noticed 
that Tim's glass was empty.

"I'll make this one with Beefeaters," she declared, taking it from him. 
Tim did not protest, but this time she was sure he was watching her. 
She turned around to see, and his eyes met hers in a knowing exchange.

"Making yourself one, too?" he inquired. Tim recognized the coquetry 
behind his wife's cousin's actions now. It reminded him of something 
and he was trying to think of what.

"I guess so ..." Arlene replied, feeling a little spark of desire 
germinating in her belly. His eyes ... so blue ... so full of ... she 
knew not what. She only knew that Tim Cassidy was the most exciting man 
she had ever been in the same room with.

"Better be careful," Tim cautioned in a joking manner, "alcohol does 
strange things to little girls!"

Arlene flushed angrily. Turning, she said, levelly, "I am not a little 
girl, Tim ... you should be able to see that much. And you'd better 
watch out or Women's Lib is going to get you!"

"Oh, yes, Women's Lib ..." Tim said. "Are you one of those?" he asked. 
"You must fill me in ... most of the advisors are males as you know, 
and I can't afford to make a fatal slip. I presume that you've forgiven 
me by now for calling you a little girl?"

Arlene handed him his new drink and he sipped from it reflectively, 
watching Arlene as she sat down again across from him.

"Of course," Arlene replied. She would forgive him anything, she 
thought impetuously. "And, I'll be glad to tell you everything that I 
know."

"Tell me about you, then!" Tim said. He knew now what she reminded him 
of ... his own wife, Sylvie the night before. "Christ," he thought, 
"Women's Lib or not, when a woman wants fucking you can tell it a mile 
away!"

As Arlene began to talk, at first hesitantly, then easily, Tim mulled 
over in his mind whether or not he ought to. He needed some sleep, but 
then again he needed a little fun, too. Sylvie would be sound asleep by 
now anyway, and he had a feeling that Arlene was just hot-blooded 
enough to blot out the ugliness of old Grady's deal in his mind for 
that night at least. Tomorrow he would feel better about the whole 
thing, but tonight, he was still the honest dedicated D.A. Just one 
time wouldn't hurt anything he finally decided, watching Arlene's full, 
red lips as she spoke. Maybe twice, and that would be the end of it.

"Why don't we go out on the terrace," he said, his mind made up. "Bring 
your drink, we'll look at the stars." Tim knew that they were in little 
danger of being surprised or even overheard out on the enclosed 
terrace. The glass doors would be closed over the screens for the 
night, and up above through the clear skylight they would be able to 
see the stars the sky had to offer.

Already Tim's cock was thickening as he walked along beside the well 
proportioned girl who was his wife's cousin. Casually, he slipped his 
arm around her waist. There was little need for words, he felt. He knew 
what she was doing there, and he would make sure she got what she 
wanted.

"I can tell you're no little girl," he whispered to her as they stepped 
onto the terrace.

Arlene felt his breath hot near her ear, and throughout her martini 
soaked system, she felt a rush of emotion that seemed to block out all 
thought. She could see him closing the door to the house, and she stood 
uncertainly looking around her at the sparse furnishings of the 
terrace. Tim was back then, and he led her to an old deck sofa, that 
was wicker on the bottom and some sort of cool waterproof fabric on 
top. She suddenly felt confused and embarrassed and somehow everything 
was very difficult. She realized what was happening, and that in truth, 
it was she herself that had maneuvered it. Tim sat next to her, his 
piercing eyes looking at her with rapt attention. She felt a great 
tension between them, and she wanted to hurriedly back out of it ... to 
tell him that it was all a dreadful mistake. But it wasn't. A strange 
magnetic current was drawing her to this man who had married her own 
young cousin. Why she and Sylvie had been brought up like sisters, and 
now here she was with Sylvie's husband! No matter what Sylvie herself 
did, that was no excuse ... Arlene thought with rising panic. But when 
Tim leaned over to kiss her, she found that she did not resist, but 
welcomed his hard warm lips against hers. Her body suddenly let her 
know that it was sex-starved, and it responded to him immediately. He 
held her gently in his arms and she felt limp and submissive, sensing 
that no matter what he wanted, she would agree.

Tim kissed her steadily and passionately for a long time, stopping only 
every now and then to catch his breath, and then his tongue would be 
back in Arlene's mouth, reaching back toward her throat, pushing in an 
imitation of intercourse, his tongue a giant penis, her mouth a 
yearning wet cunt. At first, he restricted his advances to the long 
sensual kissing, but then meeting no resistance, he began to explore 
her body slowly, carefully. Her emerald hostess gown was parted down 
the front, and her bare breasts beneath were exposed to the dark 
terrace air. He ran his tongue down between them, deep into the slit 
that was cushioned by the swelling globes of her pale flesh. Arlene 
felt herself melting, her body aflame with desire, her mind reaching 
out toward him. What she was feeling was more than an ordinary desire, 
it was magic ... it was special.

"Take the rest off!" he growled, his voice husky with lust. The words 
pierced Arlene like an arrow, releasing her completely from any 
thoughts of protest. Willingly, she stood and the material of her gown 
fell slowly to the ground. She stepped, completely naked from it, her 
body gleaming in the dark; for one brief moment she knew he was looking 
at her assessing her nakedness, and then he clasped her waist pulling 
her around so that her round firm buttocks were pulling against his 
loins. He was silent for a moment, and then he sat back down on the 
couch, pulling her along with him. She sat on his lap, facing the glass 
door that led down to the gardens. His hands slipped around to feel her 
nakedly quivering nipples and beneath her buttocks she felt the 
thrusting throb of his hard cock beneath his pants. The texture of his 
clothing, his shirt and his pants impressed itself upon her naked body 
and Arlene found herself wishing that she could feel him naked against 
her. But his hands continued to create the thrilling shivers up and 
down from her breasts to her belly, and then he was fumbling with one 
of them down between her buttocks. She felt a slight shock as the metal 
of his zipper touched her skin for a second, and then the hot rubbery 
head of his cock was pressing between the moon circle of her buttocks.

"OOOH!" she gasped. "OH TIM!!"

"SHHHH ..." he said, "just let me do it ... next time we'll do what you 
want!"

Consumed by lust and already looking forward to a next time, Arlene 
felt herself being lifted up by Tim's hands around her waist and then 
his hard cock was rubbing salaciously against the wet lips of her pussy 
as he set her back down on it.

"OH OH OH!" she gasped in surprise.

But Tim lifted up again just slightly so that the small aperture of her 
dark haired fringed cunt was throbbing right at the tip of his desire-
hardened cock.

"You'll like it, Arlene, I promise you that!" he groaned, already 
thrusting the circumference of his thick cock head upward between the 
silken hairs of her vagina, its warmth already seemed to penetrate 
there as it poised like an apple stuck up between her trembling thighs.

"MMMMMMmmmm you feel nice and tight!" Tim said.

"AAAAAOOOOOH!" Arlene had never expected to find herself in this 
unusual position, not even facing her secret lover, as she sat looking 
away from him, her pale white buttocks spread above the thrusting rod 
of his cock.

She moaned to herself, the audacity of her own daring beginning to seem 
unbelievable now that she was about to be impaled by Tim Cassidy's 
surging penis.

"Spread your legs a little more," he whispered to her, positioning his 
hard cock so that it would enter easily, and then he began to push 
upward, straining into her tight little pussy.

"AAAAAHHHHHGHGHH!" she cried out as the big head pushed into the softly 
parting folds of her pussy. "Ooooooh!" The thick shaft jabbed upward, 
worming into her now seeping widespread vagina until it slipped between 
the nakedly throbbing membranes of her wet cunt. Tim paused, and seemed 
to catch his breath and then, holding his wife's cousin by the waist, 
he rammed her hips down onto his loins, impaling her swiftly upon his 
rigid cock.

Arlene jerked convulsively as the length of it raced into her belly. It 
was a burgeoning uncontrollable object filling her every crevice, 
penetrating her so deeply that she felt she could not breathe or move. 
She felt as though its burning pleasure were ripping her soul and 
devouring it in great morsels of depraved sensuality.

"OH GOD OH GOD!" she cried out. She had never before been so filled up 
in her whole life, and his cock lay sunk deep up in her belly filling 
every part of her insides. She palpitated nakedly upon his lap, aware 
of the ludicrous image she must present, but unable to ignore the 
intense emotion that was inundating her. Tim grunted, lustfully behind 
her, and then neither of them made a sound for a moment. Outside a 
cricket chirped in the grass, and upstairs the other members of the 
household slept, unaware of Tim and Arlene's lustful coupling. Then 
suddenly Tim flexed the head of his cock where it lay deeply ensconced 
in the uppermost regions of Arlene's tightly clenched pussy. He brought 
a deep groan from her lips as he flexed again ... another groan ... and 
again, until her hot inner passage began to throb with desire. He began 
a slow revolving motion with his loins, grinding his thickened cock 
tightly up into her naked cunt, expanding the still clasping walls of h 
e r vagina until it clasped around his lust-hardened penis like a 
smoothly gripping vine.

Arlene began to react as the thought of her total surrender to this 
exciting man sent chills running along the base of her spine. She felt 
him beginning a slow rhythm, skewering wetly up into her as above him, 
her entire body twitched and writhed, her large breasts bouncing freely 
before her. She grabbed onto his wide spread legs for support clutching 
at the material of his trousers as head thrown back she groaned 
incessantly. He brought his lips forward to nibble at her neck, and to 
blow hotly into her ear as she began to quiver in uncontrolled abandon 
upon his thrusting lap. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered, 
licking at her own full lips and small mewling sounds rushed and 
rumbled from her throat.

Tim moved into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all 
the way out of her clasping wet cunt and then he pulled down on her 
waist again sending his rock-hard penis shooting up between her thighs, 
while her jiggling buttocks descended upon his upper thighs.

Arlene rotated her hips upon the fleshy impaling member, her vagina 
dilating in time to its rhythmic beating at her softly creaming pussy. 
She was one with Titan Cassidy, they were merged into one fleshy mass 
of sensation, drawn magically together by their love-making! Her life 
would never be the same after this moment, she knew, and she could feel 
her climax approaching at a rapid pace. Tim tried to hold back as he 
felt her tiny contracting muscles inside her pussy nibbling hungrily at 
the inflated head of his cock. The swollen lips between her hair-lined 
pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, and then slid moistly down the 
full length of his cock as her soft pubic curls screwed tightly down 
against the base. He could feel the ever-widening passage of her 
helplessly aroused pussy flowering in greedy desire as his up-thrusting 
penis plunged far inside her.

She began to gyrate on her own; her motion becoming faster by the 
second, the tempo of her down thrusts upon his standing cock becoming 
more and more urgent. Her teeth bit hard into her lower lip as the 
juices of her milking pussy began to flow hard and wet sucking sounds 
rose to the glassed roof of the terrace.

"NNNNNnnnnnnnghh! UUNNNNNNNGH!" she grunted, and behind her, Tim 
groaned and quickened his stroke so that his big cock bore up into the 
hidden untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaving and 
quivering upon her chest, the tiny naked nipples thrusting forward into 
the night air, Arlene began to chant. "OOOHHHH IIIIIMMMMMCUMMING!! OH 
GOD IIIMMMM CUMMING!!!!!"

Her body, shamelessly naked, began to vibrate out of control. Great 
warm gushes of orgasmic fluid began to flood hot around Tim's pistoning 
cock, drowning his impaling prick, and trickling down the soft 
quivering sides of her thighs to spot his pants. He felt her jerk 
upward several times, and then grind hard down upon him as the lips of 
her climaxing cunt worked and sucked at his bursting penis until he 
knew that he had to cum. Arlene's breath came in short desperate gasps 
as he thrust deep again feeling his own hot sperm shooting from the 
head of his tingling cock far into Arlene's trembling belly.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" He lurched upward against her cushioning 
buttocks. Their juices mingled and flowed together as Arlene slumped 
back upon Tim's seated form. She felt a wet pool of joy and passion 
inside her that she had never known could exist. She had been fucked by 
Tim Cassidy! The lewd word echoed in her brain, but there was no other 
word for it. She had been truly fucked, and she loved every minute of 
it!



Chapter 6


Erick read the printed schedule groggily. His brother's valet, Frank, 
doubled as his own when he stayed out at the country house, and the 
older man woke him early, reminding him that the entire family had to 
be up early that morning. Usually Erick made his own time, but this 
time, he remembered that he was expected to be on hand during the 2 day 
excursion to Cederton.

"I'll be down for breakfast in half an hour," he said to Frank as he 
tried to focus his blood-shot eyes on the print in front of him.


10:00 A.M. Grandville Airport.

Family Jet departs at 10:30

Arrive Cederton 12:30 Greetings and Speech at Airport, local

Cassidy Club in full turnout.

1:30 P.M. Luncheon at local party club, TC in meetings until

4:00 P.M.

Free Time until 6:00 P.M.

Meet with local Club leaders and dinner at Hotel.

Free to 9:00 P.M. TC speech and question and answer period

during rally at Cederton Hall.


"Ugh!" Erick groaned. That was only the first day, he didn't bother to 
read the second sheet of paper. He hated going on these tours with his 
brothers but he couldn't expect to get out of it all the time. Ron was 
very conscious of what the public wanted, and he knew that it wanted to 
see the whole family out there working for Tim Cassidy. Much as he 
hated to admit it, Erick knew that Ron was right. He would go along and 
smile and try to look busy, and maybe he could find some kind of 
amusement for himself.

Then he remembered Sylvie and the entire blurry events of the night 
before.

"Christ!" he exclaimed, as he headed for the shower, "and I almost got 
it in, too ... just a few seconds more, and I would have been in!"

He laughed to himself as the hot water poured over his lean body, 
suddenly cheerful about the whole incident. He had little Sylvie just 
where he wanted her, didn't he? The delicate taste of her golden blonde 
cunt still lingered on his lips until he showered it off, and he 
wondered why he'd let her get such a rise out of him when she scrambled 
away from him and headed for that side door.

"Must have been pretty looped myself," he mused, "to let a little cunt 
like that shake me up so!"

As he descended to the dining room, Erick showed little signs of the 
previous night's debauchery ... his drinking with Sylvie at the Club 
and his angry solitary drinking in his room afterward. He smiled 
brightly to the housekeeper, Margaret, and when he saw the little maid, 
Ella, he patted her on the bottom affectionately.

"We'll do it again soon, honey!" he confided, watching her blush deep 
red and hurry away from him.

Tim was already at the table, and Erick pulled up his chair after a 
brief good morning. He knew that Tim did not like to be disturbed so 
early with banal chatter. The oldest brother perused his newspapers 
silently, munching on his fresh croissants and drinking his steaming 
hot coffee.

Ron entered shortly thereafter, and sat down.

"Wher're the girls?" he asked. "I hope Arlene knows that she's expected 
to go along on this trip!" he growled sitting down.

"And Sylvie'd better be ready on time!" Ron was rarely pleasant in the 
mornings, but they were all used to it.

Tim looked up briefly from the New York Times. He recalled that Sylvie 
had really seemed out of it that morning, but he remembered that she 
was getting up as he came downstairs. But as for Arlene, he had no idea 
if anyone had bothered to tell the attractive brunette that she would 
be expected along on the trip to Cederton. Momentarily, he let his mind 
dwell upon the way his wife's dark-haired cousin had cooed and crooned 
when his cock slipped higher and higher into her raging pussy. She 
really wanted it bad! Tim surmised.

"That's your job, Ron ..." he suddenly blurted out. "If you didn't tell 
Arlene she probably doesn't know unless Sylvie asked her to come, and 
you can't be sure of that. Don't bother me with those petty things! 
I'll have to start having breakfast in my room if this keeps up!" Tim 
went back to his paper.

Justly chastised, Ron frowned and went upstairs to alert Arlene. He had 
expected the newcomer to be up and about bright and early the way she 
had been on her first day, and he made a mental note to observe her to 
make sure she was not the type who would let him down in the lurch.

*  *  *

Ella scurried up the back stairs holding the small tray in her hands. 
She had been stunned to see the buzzer from Sylvie's dressing-room 
ring, and to hear over the intercom that her employer wanted to have 
coffee and toast and jam brought to her room. Ella was used to the fact 
that her beautiful blonde mistress seemed to have no use for her 
whatsoever. All that Ella could do was to straighten up while Sylvie 
was away, making sure that Sylvie's bath salts never ran out. It was an 
easy job for her, and she had no complaints, even though it was clear 
that Sylvie did not seem to be able to stand the sight of her.

Ella had no idea that she had been observed that day, groaning and 
grinding her naked buttocks into the sand as she received Erick 
Cassidy's thrusting hard cock deep in her half-virgin pussy. Had she 
known, she would never have been able to stay in the Cassidy's employ. 
It was shameful enough for her now to have to live with the way she had 
behaved with the youngest brother of the family. And she only prayed 
that he would stay away from her, because she feared that a similar 
lapse might occur again. Certainly, he was one of the devil's agents!

Sylvie watched as Ella set the tray down and began to pour the hot 
coffee into a cup. She had been lying in bed with a boric acid pack 
over her eyes trying to make the swelling go down. She had precious 
little time before she would have to forget all the horror that dwelled 
within her bones and go out and be a public figure again.

She looked at the pretty teen-ager who acted as though she expected to 
be screamed out of the room at any minute. She suddenly felt sorry for 
the girl. As sorry as she felt for herself.

"Ella!" she said, "that is your name, isn't it?"

Ella jumped and almost dropped the coffee pot. "Yes ... yes, ma'm."

"Do you like Mr. Erick?" she inquired, not really certain what she was 
going to say.

"I ... I ..." Ella stammered frightened to death. Did Mrs. Cassidy know 
about that day at the beach?

"You must stay away from him, Ella, do you hear me?" Sylvie said, her 
face contorted with emotion. "Even if you think you don't want to ... 
You must be strong!"

"Y-yes ... ma'm!" Ella burst into tears and went running from the room, 
her high heels clicking behind her.

*  *  *

It was 9:30 P.M. and Sylvie Cassidy sat on the large platform in an 
uncomfortable folding chair. On either side of her sat her two 
brothers-in-law, Ron and Erick, her cousin, Arlene, sat on the other 
side of Erick and various other members of the party, cohorts and their 
assistants, including the older woman who was Tim's secretary sat in a 
long row across the stage. Sylvie watched her husband's back as he 
stood before them at the speaker's platform. She had long since stopped 
listening to his words, but she looked toward him with the expression 
of adoration that was expected of her. From time to time she would look 
out at the audience, and although the lights were bright against her 
eyes, she could catch a glimpse of a face here and there.

"We're all here on exhibition!" she thought, meanly. "They've just come 
to stare at us!"

She was overtly aware of the presence of the man she hated most in the 
world beside her. Her husband's younger brother had been sarcastically 
polite with her all day when they found themselves together. But she 
knew that he was only planning ways to get even with her for running 
away the night before. She had hoped to save some semblance of her 
honor by stopping the lewd plunder of her loins, but now she was not so 
certain that she had saved anything at all. The torrential orgasm that 
her brother-in-law had wrenched from her tongue-dipped pussy still 
seemed to resound in her belly, and she was in a constant state of 
arousal that she could do nothing to stop.

She thought wildly of seeing a doctor, but she knew she would be forced 
into going to the Cassidy family man, to whom she could never confide 
her problems. Somewhere, somehow, she must seek help, though, she 
thought as the audience began to applaud, or else she would go crazy!

"Mother's coming tomorrow, you know ... flying in from Grandville!" 
Erick whispered confidentially to her.

Sylvie jumped at the evil sound of Erick's voice so near her ear. 
Thelma Cassidy! The very thought of it, that her dreadful mother-in-law 
would be there the following day was enough to make her want to break 
down and cry right then and there. She gave a sudden gasp and Ron 
turned and looked at her sharply.

"What's the matter with you Sylvie? You look terrible. Get a hold of 
yourself!"

Sylvie wanted to run into her husband's arms when at last he had 
finished with the questions from the audience. But it was impossible to 
reach him. Ron was already right next to him telling him that he had 
done better than was expected with the difficult questions about his 
position on Taiwan and he was elated that he had been so knowledgeable 
about the Women's Liberation movement. The others were crowding around 
and congratulating him and he was being pulled away toward the door.

Sylvie followed, feeling lost and alone. When Arlene came up beside 
her, Sylvie turned to her cousin. "Oh, Arlene," she said, tearfully, 
"never, never marry a politician. Your husband is never truly yours ... 
he belongs to those others ..." she gestured up ahead toward the moving 
crowd, centered by Tim Cassidy.

Arlene, still thrilling to her sacred moments alone with Tim on the 
terrace, growled back at Sylvie in a much nastier tone than she had 
meant to use, "It's your fault, Sylvie ... Tim is a very special man 
... and frankly, you don't act like you deserve him!!"

Sylvie stood stock still as her cousin moved hurriedly away from her, 
after the disappearing crowd. Her mouth hung open in surprise at the 
bitterness of her cousin's attack, and then closed when she realized 
that someone might be watching her.

Quickly, she headed toward the side door where she knew the limousines 
were waiting. She took the last one in the line, and ordered the 
startled driver to take her back to the hotel immediately. As the car 
pulled away, Sylvie looked out the window. She could see Tim and the 
others emerging from the meeting hall via the back entrance. To her 
alarm, she saw that there were two young college girls who worked for 
the organization clinging to Tim's arms, and he was laughing his 
characteristic laugh and smiling down at them.

Sylvie plunged back into the dark seat, her eyes overflowing with tears 
and her blood seething with rage.

"I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she said out loud.

"Did you say something, Mrs. Cassidy?" the chauffeur inquired, and 
Sylvie replied a terse, "no!" and pushed the button that rolled up the 
glass panel between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

The hotel suite was opulent, but Sylvie found no pleasure in the 
baroque furnishings or the thickly carpeted floors. She had seen a 
thousand hotel rooms like these, and was due to see a thousand more 
before her husband reached the White House, after he won his seat in 
the Senate. How many more years would it all take, and how old would 
she be when all the goals had been reached. More important, how old 
would she feel?

Sylvie lay crying upon the large double bed that she was certain would 
not be the scene of the intimacy she sought with her husband. Heaven 
only knew when he would get back to the hotel room, and by that time 
Sylvie thought she might have gone so far as to do away with herself.

But suicide was not the answer, Sylvie knew that much as, still 
sobbing, she peered into the large bathroom mirror. Even her cousin, 
Arlene had turned on her, but still she would not commit that final 
profanity.

The phone rang jolting her back to the other room. Her hopes rose as 
she thought it might be Tim, wondering where she was and hoping that 
she would join him. Perhaps something could be salvaged of the mess she 
was in after all.

"Hi, Doll ... It's me, your gorgeous brother-in-law. Your husband, the 
Senator, asked me to call. Wants to know where the hell you are?"

"I ... I ..." Sylvie stammered.

"Well, I'll tell him you have a headache or something ... obviously 
you're at the hotel. He won't be along for a while ... there are a few 
people here ... a couple of girls ... some of the prettier sort, and 
..."

Sylvie threw the telephone down onto the receiver, only to hear it ring 
again.

"You shouldn't ever hang up on a Cassidy, Sylvie," Erick's voice 
droned. "You need something to soothe your nerves? Want me to drop 
by??"

Sylvie suddenly screamed into the phone, "YES! YES!!! COME BY ... COME 
RIGHT NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THE SHOW ... IT'LL BE A GOOD SHOW I 
CAN PROMISE YOU THAT!!!" She hung up and ran into the bathroom, where 
she began to fling off her clothing.

*  *  *

Tim and Ron were locked in conversation with their host, the Mayor.

"Sylvie says she'll wait for you at the hotel Tim," Erick declared.

"Okay, fine ..." Tim replied, "nothing for her to do here anyway." He 
was a little annoyed that Arlene was still hanging around, but said 
nothing since the young brunette sat in a corner going over the coming 
schedules for the next few weeks, and did nothing to bother him.

Tim turned to talk to the mayor, and Erick started to slip out. "Hey, 
where you going?" Ron asked, standing and going over to his younger 
brother.

Erick thought a second and then said to his brother, "Don't bother Tim 
with this, but I think Sylvie is flipping at the hotel. I'm hotfooting 
it over to see what's wrong."

"Why don't you send Arlene?" Ron asked, nodding toward the seated woman 
who was looking at them curiously. He then thought better of it, "No 
... you'd better go ... I want to know all about it, whatever it is 
we've got to get her straightened out in a hurry, can't have her going 
around win a face a mile long, screwing everything up!"

"Yeah ... that's what I thought," Erick replied, hurriedly leaving the 
room.

Arlene looked up as the younger brother left, she began to fume as she 
surmised that he was going to meet her cousin Sylvie at the hotel!

*  *  *

An angry and totally deranged Sylvie flung the door open as Erick 
knocked. Shocked by her appearance, Erick hesitated at first at the 
door, but Sylvie motioned him in dramatically.

"COME ON IN CASSIDY ... DON'T MISS THE SHOW!"

Erick would have had difficulty recognizing Sylvie had he not known for 
a fact that the woman facing him was his brother's wife. She had done 
something dreadful to her hair that made it stand up in teased puffs 
around her head, and the powder rouge and lipstick on her face seemed 
to be an inch thick at least. She wore long false eyelashes that made 
her look like a female impersonator, and it was clear that she had 
tried to make herself appear as cheap and tawdry as possible.

She wore a flowing pink nglige which might have appeared tastefully 
pink under ordinary circumstances, but which only looked as cheap and 
garish as the make-up she had applied.

She motioned Erick to a chair, and began to "perform" for him, her lips 
curling sarcastically as she began to mouth the ugly phrases that her 
distraught mind conjured up.

Erick flicked the "on" button of the small, expensive recording machine 
he held in his pocket.

"NOW YOU BASTARD ... YOU WANTED IT ... AND HERE IT IS!" Lewdly, Sylvie 
began to do bumps and grinds around the room, and from the way her 
filmy nglige separated as she moved, Erick could see that his 
disturbed sister-in-law was completely naked underneath. The creamy 
smoothness of her legs appeared and disappeared as she slid and 
whirled, shook her hips and jiggled her breasts to an imaginary tune in 
her head.

"I ... want a girl ... ju ... like ... the ... girl ... that ... 
married dear old DAD!" she chanted, moving ever closer to her husband's 
brother. The normally sedate and cool young woman, so renowned for her 
poise in almost any situation, had finally let loose. And even though 
there weren't too many logical thoughts in Sylvie's head, she knew that 
this was something that she'd been wanting to do for a long time. An 
elation took hold of her as her acts grew more and more outrageous. She 
beamed proudly, her eyes glittering, watching the man who had been her 
tormentor as he sat staring at her antics.

With lewd, provocative motions, she reached under her gown, pulling the 
top clasp apart and baring her magnificently proud and full rippled 
breasts. Holding one in each hand, she shimmied her hips so that the 
blonde triangle of her willingly exposed cunt beckoned obscenely to the 
young man sitting in the chair.

Having gotten over his initial astonishment, Erick began to smile in an 
amused manner. He lifted his hands and clapped them together in 
applause.

"If you've wanted to make yourself look like a whore, you've succeeded. 
Although I must admit that even whores look quite different these 
days."

His insults passed over Sylvie's head as she slowly slipped out of her 
nglige. "What do you think of this?" she cooed, grinning in lewd 
invitation, pushing her curvy little buttocks out provocatively and 
mincing around his chair in a wide circle. She kept both hands on her 
sleek and well proportioned hips, and threw her head back as she 
walked, her hips swaying enticingly.

"Very good ..." Erick applauded some more. He was beginning to get 
truly excited by Sylvie's outrageous performance. The fact that he was 
responsible for this beautiful woman's turning herself into a parody of 
a burlesque dancer, was keenly appreciated by his more perverse nature.

"Very good, indeed!" he cried.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" Sylvie declared, pushed toward the 
extremes of her jangling nerves. She advanced toward him cupping her 
breasts, letting the ripe ivory toned roundness of them nestle in her 
palms, thrusting out the large rosy nipples jubilantly.

Defiantly, she spread her long sensuous legs right in front of him, and 
watched with satisfaction as her husband's brother's eyes were glued to 
her fingers as she spread the puffy golden-haired lips of her pussy, 
and revealed the glistening inner pearlesence of her gleaming cunt.

Erick couldn't keep his eyes off it. Although he had known its slippery 
interior intimately only the night before, it still contained a mystery 
and a lure that he could not resist. HIS BROTHER'S WIFE!

He reached forward for her, clasping her around the buttocks and 
pulling her lewdly presented pussy to his face. He burrowed his lips in 
the wet inner split, growling passionately as he realized that his 
dream was going to come true in a few moments. He was going to fuck his 
brother Tim's wife!

Sylvie's unnatural bravado snapped as soon as Erick's hands were upon 
her however, and she began to scream, "Stop! Stop!!"

But Erick held her tight, his hands hot and rough, and although she 
clawed out in a nightmarish fury, kicking and biting at him, he was too 
determined and too strong for her. It only took him a few moments to 
subdue her, holding her down on the thick carpet, keeping her arms 
pinned to her naked sides. He knelt over her and looked triumphantly.

Smirking devilishly, one hand rose up and began to massage her right 
breast. Sylvie wriggled and screamed, "NO, NO, NO!"

"Got nice tits!" Erick whispered, fondling harder, searching for the 
nipple. Finding it, he pinched hard until it grew rigid beneath his 
fingers. His other hand was moving down and just as Sylvie was trying 
to get her knee up to get him in the groin, his hand slipped up into 
the fully spread, unprotected slit of her pussy.

Sylvie's head fell backward as she was stunned by the searing contact. 
She tried to resist the blinding flash of lust that sprang up within 
her, but it was impossible. Too much had already been set in motion. 
Then all the rest was like a slow motion dream. It was happening to 
another person ... another woman completely ... certainly not Sylvie 
Cassidy. Sylvie could watch that other woman, that passionate, lewd 
creature who had lured Erick on. She could look on from a great 
distance as the woman did and said things that she herself would never 
do. Her thighs and belly were afire and all the excitement that she had 
been yearning for with her husband was there. When Erick freed his 
imperiously erect cock with hurried impatience, he guided it straight 
toward the pink defenseless lips of her vagina, heading him toward the 
already wet and open spot that was ready to be fully penetrated.

"OOOOOOOOoooohhhhhhhhHHHHH!! ERICK!! ERICK!!" she cried out, a long 
wail of delight escaped from her brightly painted lips as Sylvie lay 
back trembling beneath her brother-in-law's thrusting prick. It felt so 
good that she was afraid to move. How long had it been since she had 
felt a man's cock inside her ... promising her fulfillment, a man 
fucking her ... wanting her ... GIVING IT TO HER!

God, she needed it ... needed it even more than she had known! She 
strained up against him, nakedly grinding against his clothing, wanting 
him deeper inside her yearning moist cunt.

"FUCK DEEPER FUCK DEEPER DEEPER!" she cried, clutching up at him and 
drawing him down closer to her full breasts, pushing against the harsh 
fabric of his clothes as Erick grabbed the wavering cheeks of Sylvie's 
buttocks and drove into her stallion-like his hardness striking far 
into the gaping wetness of her willingly wide-spread pussy.

"OH GOD!" she moaned, "OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" These were the only words 
that counted now. All of Mrs. Tim Cassidy's obligations were gone now, 
blissfully shattered, smashed by the fucking cock in her womb ... all 
thoughts of her strangely silent husband, of his possible infidelities 
... all the peering, prying newspapers... all had disappeared. Sylvie 
splayed her legs out as wide as she could and allowed the thick blood 
filled cock of her husband's baby brother to smash and plunder her 
aching, lust-filled cunt into a blissful state of ecstasy.

"IT'S GOOD IT'S GOOD IT'S GOOD!!" she cried out, receiving the brutal 
force of him in a state of raw, unadulterated lust. With wanton abandon 
she began her orgasm, "SSSSSSSNNNNNNNAAAAAAARRRREEEE!" letting it 
strike her incredibly hard in a crashing, sharply spiraling tornado 
that spun her in all directions at once. She knew it would be followed 
by another and then another until all of her lust was milked from her 
hotly streaming pussy!

When Sylvie lay in a crumpled mass of quivering spent flesh beneath 
him, Erick knelt over her panting triumphantly.

"I fucked the living shit out of her!" he thought to himself excitedly. 
She had toyed around with him long enough and finally he had gotten to 
throw it to her. He went over her past impertinences with delight, 
looking at her pale face as she lay on the floor in a semi-swoon 
beneath him. The only thing that bothered him was the thought that he 
might have given her too much pleasure! His wetly, glistening cock 
began to rise from its drooping state as a thought occurred to him. She 
wouldn't get away so easy after all! He'd make sure she really 
remembered their night together, just in case he never got a chance at 
his brother's wife again!

"KNEEL UP!" he shouted briskly. There wasn't all that much time. He 
could count on Tim being gone at least another hour probably but no 
more.

Sylvie slowly emerged from the never-never land in which she had been 
floating, there she was queen of all she surveyed, a heavenly drifting 
creature who needed no food or water to survive, only love. The harsh 
sound of Erick's voice brought her slowly back to a reality she did not 
want to face, and when finally she opened her eyes to his rough 
shaking, she closed them again right away. It was as though someone had 
tossed cold water on her. She was the old Sylvie, not the person who 
had so enjoyed her brother-in-law's hard, lewd caresses. Her mind began 
to hum with the horrid realization that he wanted something more from 
her, something other than what she had already done.

"Oh god help me!" she thought, "perhaps if I go along with him he'll 
leave ... it will all be over sooner!" She needed time to think ... How 
could she have gone off the deep end so completely. Was her mind going? 
Shamefully the memory of her obscene behavior earlier in the evening 
came back to haunt her. Down between her legs she felt achey and 
abused, whatever pleasure she had been feeling at the time seemed 
erased. She felt herself being bodily lifted from the rug, and she 
blushed for her nakedness, for her thick ugly make-up, for everything 
she had done. When she was positioned away from hen, on her knees, she 
looked across at the exquisite furnishings of the hotel room and winced 
that such acts of incestuous proportions were taking place in such 
refined surroundings.

Behind her, Erick peered down at her tanned wide-spread buttocks, 
deciding that he would truly humiliate Sylvie this time.

"NOW SPREAD THOSE LEGS WIDER!" he commanded. He had gotten naked behind 
her, the better to enjoy himself, and his thick pulsing cock stood out 
forward from his loins, its heavily veined shaft pointing at the split 
between Sylvie's unsuspecting buttock cheeks. Leaning over, hollowly 
and deliberately parted the cheeks of her rounded buttocks wider than 
they would normally go. He heard her moan and then with a perverse 
smile on his lips, pushed his index finger forward. Sylvie's long 
tapered legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull of 
her tendons where her thighs joined the area of her used pussy. 
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her rectum and she realized with 
alarm that Erick was working his finger into her back there. His finger 
was thick and with a sudden sinking feeling, Sylvie knew that her 
husband's brother was going to try to push it all the way in. She tried 
to wriggle away from him as his finger began to turn in the deep 
rubbery channel of her anus, sliding steadily inward and then pulling 
out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions that made her 
bellow out with pain.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHH!" The pain was horrible, and even worse than 
that, the idea of what he was doing to her! No one had ever touched her 
back there, and it felt decidedly hideous and abnormal.

"PLEE ... PLEASE ... Haven't you done enough!!" she begged, but as an 
answer to her pleas, Erick decided to try to force another finger in 
beside the first, and placing the second thick digit to the entrance of 
her roundly stretched rectum, he let it worm its way in beside the 
other, watching gleefully as Sylvie jiggled and squirmed, trying to 
cringe away. But Erick pulled her buttocks back, making her remain in 
the humiliating lewd kneeling position that made her rear passage wide-
open to his obscene attentions.

"YOU LITTLE CUNT!" he cursed, "I'm gonna fuck that tight little high-
and-mighty ass of yours, the one you've been shaking at my cock for so 
long!"

Sylvie's face reddened, "OH WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE!" she thought 
"WHAT THIS AWFUL MOMENT HAVE TO DO WITH SYLVIE CASSIDY!!" She was being 
punished for every lewd desire her body had known! If only she had been 
chaste and faithful to her husband! It occurred to her dazed mind that 
her cousin Arlene was probably right ... a wife's place is beside her 
husband no matter what ... she had been seriously remiss ... despite 
the pressures of her life ... the perfection that was expected of her 
... living not with a man at all, but with a figure-head! But she 
should have tried harder ... should never have broken under the strain! 
Tears ran down her cheeks and her long blonde hair fell forward in her 
eyes. Its teased locks, like cotton candy made her shudder as she tried 
to support herself on her elbows. The pain in her rectum was fierce, 
and she began to pitch forward propelled by Erick's drubbing fingers.

"OH ERICK I CAN'T STAND IT ... YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!!" But she knew 
that he was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible and the 
thought suddenly terrified her.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she screamed as his fingers shoved sharply 
and suddenly forward.

"Oh Lord let it be over soon, please!!" she mumbled, "let it be over!!"

She felt his hard stomach pressing up against her buttocks, and the 
thick warm shaft of his cock touching her back there and then his 
fingers were sliding out abruptly with a small plopping sound that 
signified that her stretched rectal passage was treated to a relief she 
could not help sighing over. But then with a dread certainty of what 
was about to happen, Sylvie felt the hardness of Erick's cock running 
up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips 
of her well-fucked pussy to the base of her spine. Erick let his hands 
roam teasingly all over her legs, her hips, her belly, and everywhere 
that he touched, Sylvie felt her skin cringing away from him. She 
whimpered softly, wondering seriously if she had died and gone to hell. 
Then Erick's fingers slipped into the warm hair-fringed lips between 
her thighs, the obscenely wriggling fingers slid wetly upward into the 
thoroughly moistened slit of her pussy.

"HEY YOU'RE ALL WET ... NOW I KNOW YOU WANT IT!!" he exclaimed 
jubilantly, "but want it or not, here it comes!!"

"NO NO NO ... I DON'T ... I DON'T!!" Sylvie declared, but Erick's 
desire-hardened cock rose angrily against the tiny opening of his 
blonde sister-in-law's anus, and he let its thickened girth spread the 
soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks wide to admit him. Sadistically, 
he began to rock and push against her, working forward all the time, 
again pulling her helpless kneeling body back toward him so that 
eventually the smooth rubbery tip of his cock entered with a small 
sound into the tightly clenching elasticity of the young blonde 
politician's wife's resisting anal passage.

"By the way, Sylvie," Erick grunted evilly, "all that stuff I told you 
about Tim and that girl, I just made it up!!"

"AAAAaaaaaaaarrghghghgh!!!" Sylvie twisted desperately, trying her best 
to get away from the red hot searing pain in her rectum. Erick's cock 
was sinking further and further into the tight dark virgin passage of 
her anus and to the physical pain was added a dreadful shameful pain of 
humiliation that hurt even more.

What had she ever done in her to deserve this, she wondered, as weak 
and debilitated she tried to hold up under the terrible scourging thing 
in her bowels. She could feel her husband's brother beginning to warm 
to his task as the young lawyer began to moan out his lust behind her. 
The hot touch of his hands on her hanging breasts sickened her as 
slowly he began to knead the trembling naked flesh with a harsh steady 
motion.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHH it hurts terribly!!" she cried. "NO ONE HAS 
EVERRRRRRHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAGHGHGHHH!"

"Fuck back!" he ordered, tersely. He had never felt anything quite like 
Sylvie Cassidy's straining tormented rectum squeezing all around his 
cock, and a wide lascivious grin spread across his face. "Fuck back! 
There's more room in there!" he cried.

"OH GOD IT'S TOO BIG ... IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!"

She gasped for breath as the surging pole of flesh dug its way deeper 
and deeper into her virgin rectum. Sylvie groaned as Erick's loins 
smacked nakedly against the softness of her trembling wide-held buttock 
cheeks. She heard him emit a harsh whine of passion as she tried to 
obey his commands and began to push hard. If he only would cum, it 
would an be over, she realized and the thought was like a shining ray 
of hope in her pain dazzled brain. With a gratified groan, Erick began 
to saw rhythmically deep into the soft confines of Sylvie's helplessly 
exposed anus. Gasping for air himself, he saw the end coming soon, and 
began spearing savagely and shudderingly without the slightest mercy 
deep into the softness of her palpitating back passage. Beneath him he 
could feel her entire body quaking, and as his hands slipped once more 
into the golden triangle of her hair-fringed cunt, he felt her whole 
body give a lurch, and she was moving against him in a new way. The 
sound she was making was different, too, as though through the pain she 
was getting something else, and frantically Erick began to slither 
deeper and deeper inside her tortured rectum tantalizingly, more than 
he thought it ever possible to go. His fingers plied the delicate 
ragged edges of Sylvie's seeping cunt, and he watched mesmerized as the 
reddish skin of her little round rectum drew back with his cock each 
time he withdrew. His balls ached and tingled as he smacked loudly up 
against bus sister-in-law's buttocks and his cock felt like it was 
bursting with tiny sparks of hot intense pleasure as Sylvie began to 
moan and undulate her buttocks back against him.

By degrees the pain lessened and the stimulation of Erick's fingers at 
her already inundated pussy began to wring from her a crazy new kind of 
pleasure that made her bare her teeth and wag her head from side to 
side. Her own brother-in-law was sodomizing her! The very thought sent 
a huge ripple of perverse pleasure throughout Sylvie's trembling body, 
bringing back a bit of that feeling of rebellion that she had felt 
before. She tried to reason against it, but now each time Erick's 
thrust of his swollen surging prick shoved brutally forward, she would 
squirm back onto the pain of his cock until she was soon through the 
pain and into an all pervading masochistic ecstasy. The pain had become 
pleasure by some mysterious transformation, the humiliation had become 
joy and even triumph.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH ... OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Sylvie began to moan, half in 
pain, half in pleasure. Erick pulled her far, far back onto his 
thrusting cock, now swollen beyond anything he had ever experienced 
before. It felt like a rock rising high inside Sylvie's stretched 
rectum.

"OH ... OH ... OH BABY!! BABY ... SONNY'S GONNA CUM ... SONNY'S GONNA 
CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" In his ecstasy, he used the old family 
expression for him, the baby of them all, and letting his head fall 
back he roared out, "IIIIIIIIIIIII ... IIIIIIIIIII ... FUCK BACK FUCK 
BACK FUCK FUCK ... SONNY'S CUMMMMMMMING!!!!"

And beneath his back breaking thrusts, Sylvie felt the first splashing 
torrents of her brother-in-law's hot white semen spluttering into the 
depths of her heretofore untouched anus, its warmth surging through her 
naked abused body like a volcanic eruption. The never before felt 
sensation sparked off her own climax, and once more that night she 
screamed as a great rush of pleasure ripped through her.

"OOOOOHHHHH NNNNN00000!" The hot thick sperm ran down the crevice of 
her wide split buttocks to the slit of her nakedly quivering pussy 
where it met her own fluid and the two mingled warmly as they seeped 
down her legs and onto the carpet beneath the sweat-glistening panting 
bodies of brother and sister-in-law.

"WHAT A LAY!!" Erick muttered as he fell across Sylvie's spent 
nakedness, congratulating himself on his own enterprising planning.



Chapter 7


Thelma Cassidy smiled for the photographers and kissed her son 
affectionately. She was secretly pleased that her daughter-in-law 
Sylvie was not present for the photographs, even though she had told 
the family that she was deeply insulted that Sylvie couldn't even get 
out of bed to see her.

"Cassidys don't get sick!" she told Tim, sternly, when he tried to 
explain his wife's sudden illness to her. "At least not when they're 
campaigning, they don't!!" she added.

Arlene stood nearby and thought she could not agree more. How Sylvie 
could stay away on this important day was more than she could fathom. 
They would be leaving Cederton that night, and the bulk of campaigning 
was being done during the day. Thelma Cassidy had flown in with her own 
entourage, looking fit and hearty for a woman of her years, and the 
crowds gathered wherever they went, anxious to see all of the famous 
family together. Only Sylvie was absent, locked in the hotel room, 
complaining of fever and chills and producing thermometers to prove it.

By night time the entire group was exhausted, and when it came time to 
go to the airport, Tim and his mother waited in a limousine outside the 
hotel for his wife to come down.

Arlene had made sure that everything was packed and had helped Sylvie 
get ready.

As she watched Sylvie getting uncertainly to her feet, Arlene had to 
admit that her cousin did look sick. But not feeling very charitable 
toward her idol's wife and remembering the young senatorial candidate's 
stiff hard cock rising in her trembling cunt, scowled at Sylvie and 
inquired, "Such a sudden illness ... what did you do last night to 
bring it on?"

Sylvie remained silent and tight-lipped. What on earth had ever made 
her think that she and Arlene were as close as sisters? Obviously there 
was no one in the entire world she could depend on ... not even 
herself! She wondered vaguely if Arlene suspected that Erick had come 
to visit her, but then brushed it aside. No one would ever suspect the 
depths of degradation she had been dragged through by her evil brother-
in-law!

"Probably screwing too much!" Arlene thought to herself bitterly, 
imagining herself as the chaste and efficient wife of Tim Cassidy. How 
much more suited for the job she was than her younger cousin! The 
comparison was almost embarrassing. Poor Tim, if only he knew. But once 
more, she reminded herself that she couldn't possibly do such a thing 
as tell Tim what she knew about Sylvie. She would have to suffer in 
silence while Tim went along believing his wife Sylvie to be a faithful 
and obedient wife!

"Well, let's go!" she said briskly. "You know if you'd travel with your 
maid, you wouldn't need me to do so many of these things for you!"

"Perhaps I don't need you to do anything for me!" Sylvie suddenly 
snapped back. Just how much abuse was she supposed to take from her 
cousin? She had brought her there to help her when she needed her most 
but the older girl's presence thus far had only served to aggravate 
things. She gathered herself up and walked straight and tall in front 
of the startled brunette. She began to call upon deep wells of courage 
inside her as she reached the elevator and knew that within moments she 
would be facing her eagle-eyed mother-in-law. She pushed Arlene to the 
back of her mind, she would have to deal with her later. Right now she 
needed all the strength she could muster.

Arlene followed in stunned silence and saw Sylvie into the limousine. 
Then she went to the next waiting car and got in beside the two 
brothers, Ron and Erick. She saw Erick put something away in his pocket 
as she got in beside the two brothers, and she wondered what it was. 
Obviously, the two brothers were talking about something that they did 
not want her to hear, for there was sudden silence as she got in.

"Sylvie any better?" Ron asked.

"Seemed much better," Arlene replied. "I think she'll be fine after 
another day's rest."

"She's got that speech at the Woman's Club in Grandville," Ron muttered 
darkly. "She'd feel better by day after tomorrow!"

In the front car, Thelma Cassidy turned toward Sylvie as they started 
off to the waiting airport and the two waiting private planes.

"Tim tells me this illness came on suddenly last night! You poor dear! 
Don't trust these hick doctors. When you get back to Grandville, I'm 
sending Dr. Darling right over to you. He'll fix you up!"

"Right, Tim?" Thelma gave her handsome blonde son's hand a squeeze. Tim 
was looking out the window, thinking of how it would feel to pass these 
same bleak streets not as Tim Cassidy, D.A. of Grandville, but Senator 
Tim Cassidy.

"Tim needs you to be well for him, Sylvie," Thelma went on. "Remember 
... we Cassidys have a tradition to uphold. We are before the public 
eye, and the public is very demanding. Nevertheless, we will show our 
breeding and our backbone!

Sylvie set her teeth. "Yes, Mother Cassidy," she replied. "Yes, I know, 
Mother Cassidy." Back between her sore buttocks she still felt a 
horrible pain, a terrible memory of her evening with her husband's 
brother. The lips of her vagina were sore and raw, and so far the 
ointments she had applied had not helped at all. She ached all over. It 
had not been hard to fake the thermometers, and when the doctor had 
found her temperature normal, he'd declared that these things come and 
go rapidly. "Had three cases of this flu already this week, the only 
thing for it really is bed and rest. But I'll give you a shot, and you 
can get this prescription filled. Take the pills every four hours. I 
must say I've never seen such a famous patient. My little girls will be 
thrilled!"

"Take care of my boy, now Sylvie ... I'm sending that darling, Dr. 
Darling right over ... he'll give you some of those special shots he 
gives me, and you'll be fit as a fiddle. Make sure that Tim gets some 
rest now. He looks tired, and oh, yes, I'll see you for certain before 
the big dinner at the governor's mansion." Thelma Cassidy headed away 
from them on the air-strip toward her own plane and her waiting 
entourage. She waved gaily to them after kissing them both goodbye, and 
paused to kiss her other two boys, Ron and Erick, who stood nearby. Her 
veils blew in the strong wind, and her still shapely legs moved briskly 
away from them. They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and then 
they moved toward the ramp of the airplane that would carry them home 
to Grandville.

*  *  *



"Sorry to leave you sick in bed, Sylvie." Tim looked at his wife's wan 
features as she lay propped on her own pillows in the family home. Got 
to go to talk with the district leader over in the south district. I 
may be late! Did Dr. Darling give you those shots?" Tim put as much 
faith in the family doctor as his mother did, and he was confident that 
his wife's sudden virus would be over in record time. It was not like 
Sylvie to be sick, and he was counting on her getting back into the 
swing of things right away.

"Yes, Tim, I'll be fine by tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll make that speech 
on highway beautification at the Woman's Club. I promise you, I won't 
cancel out," Sylvie told him just what she knew that Tim wanted to hear 
from her, and she wished that he would go and leave her alone. She had 
spent the entire day in her room, seeing no one at all. At midday she 
asked Frank to bring her up a little toast and broth, but that was all. 
The older man, her husband's valet, had been surprised when she did not 
ask to see her maid Ella to perform that simple task, but he was more 
than willing to comply with Mrs. Cassidy's wishes.

*  *  *

"I ... want ... a girl ... just ... like the ... girl ... that married 
dear ... old DAD!" Ron pushed the advance button on the tiny recording 
machine. "You ain't seen nothing yet!!" the female voice spit out.

Ron was listening to the carefully edited tape that Erick had made 
during his night with Sylvie at the Cederton Hotel. Across from him sat 
his younger brother, Erick, also listening to the lewd tape.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!! Erick!! Erick!!" the voice cried out, and there 
followed the unmistakable sounds of intense love-making: "FUCK DEEPER! 
FUCK DEEPER DEEPER ... DEEPER!!!"

Ron heard the tape through, his face growing redder and redder as the 
sounds of abandoned climax followed one tumbling upon another, and when 
the obscene recording was finally over, he groaned and sat back in his 
chair. He actually had only heard a part of the tape in the limousine, 
but now he knew the full story. It had been hard for him to believe 
that the woman on the tape was his brother Tim's lady-like wife, but 
finally, it was impossible not to recognize her voice, even though she 
was undergoing the stresses and strains of making love with his baby 
brother Erick.

He sighed and sat all the way back in his chair, staring into space in 
the direction of the book-lined library.

"What else was I to do?" Erick inquired. "Any man would have done the 
same. She seemed to want it so bad ..."

"And you just gave her what she wanted ..." Ron finished for him. "Do 
you expect me to believe that Sylvie has turned into some kind of 
nympho?" he continued, glaring at his brother.

Erick hadn't been able to keep his conquest of Sylvie to himself. His 
own motivation for letting his brother Ron in on it was uncertain. He 
had felt a real need to have someone else know how he had gotten into 
Sylvie's tight little blonde cunt, and the only person in the world he 
could tell was his middle brother Ron. Ron had asked him after all for 
a detailed account of Sylvie's problem, and he had done nothing more 
than what his brother had asked of him. It sewed Sylvie right, though, 
he thought, to have Ron think she was a nympho ... maybe she was for 
all he knew ... the way she'd been standing there on the dunes that day 
with her fingers in her cunt while he and Ella, the maid, were at it in 
the sand.

"Believe what you want!" Erick replied.

"Well, I don't believe it ... something must have happened ... 
something to make her act like that ... did you do anything ...???"

"WHO ME??" Erick hunched his shoulders innocently.

He suddenly felt angry. No one ever believed him. He was tired of 
getting kicked around by his two older brothers. It had been going on 
since he was a baby, and he felt just as rebellious against it now as 
he had then.

"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you then!" he declared.

"Well, I'm going to need more proof than that ... If Sylvie's really 
sick going to have to get fixed up and fast."

"Meet me in her room in 2 hours. We'll talk to her together," Erick 
suggested, a sudden idea coming to him.

"Why 2 hours?" Ron inquired.

"Oh, I have some things to take care of first," Erick replied, 
breezily.

"All right, I'll go along with you." He looked at his watch. Two hours, 
that would make it 8:45 P.M.

"I'll be there." Ron watched Erick swing out of the door. Then he went 
over and locked the door carefully. He went back to his chair and 
turned the tiny pocket recorder on once more.

"This is dynamite!" he thought, realizing that he would have to destroy 
the incriminating tape of Sylvie's voice.

"IT'S GOOD!! IT'S GOOD!!" she cried out, and the background noises were 
of such an obscene nature that Ron couldn't help but be affected by it. 
He pushed the rewind button and listened from the beginning, feeling 
his dormant penis begin to rise slowly but surely with each passionate 
groan that me small speaker emitted.

And to think that's Sylvie, he thought, over and over again. He had 
never been particularly fond of his brother Tim's wife, but he had 
always had to admit that she was one of the best looking women he'd 
ever laid eyes on ... if not the best looking woman. Sometimes at night 
when finally he got to bed after a long day's and evening's work, he 
would think of her ... especially in those early days when she and Tim 
had first gotten married, and he knew that they were screwing hell out 
of each other all of the time!

His own sex life was almost nonexistent, but it was rarely that he 
bothered to think about it. His life was consumed by other, more 
important things. He usually brushed away the little girls and the 
society women who wanted to throw themselves at any Cassidy, although 
from time to time he succumbed. Ron was thinking that one of those 
times was near. His body felt in sore need of release from the tensions 
it usually knew, and he was going to have to go out and find himself a 
woman. Nothing difficult about that ... it was only annoying because it 
took precious time away from his other activities.

He tried to concentrate on just how he would have to deal with his 
sister-in-law's sexual problem ... if it was a problem ... he wondered 
if Dr. Darling would be knowledgeable and trustworthy enough to deal 
with this rather sensitive problem and be able to treat her? But he 
could not continue to think rationally as long as the tape was on. Yet, 
he continued to listen to its lewd contents, while his burgeoning cock 
stirred lustfully upright between his legs.

*  *  *

Ella backed away from Erick's roving fingers. He moved his thumbs 
against the tips of her nipples where they lay beneath the front of her 
uniform, pushing hard against them and pressing the soft firm breasts 
back against her chest. She backed up against the wall of the stable 
several yards away from the house, where Erick had asked her to meet 
him. It was dark and she was cold, the sea air rushing in over the land 
created a cool breeze that people stuck in the heart of downtown 
Grandville were not lucky enough to have on hot August nights. Ella 
looked up fearfully into Erick's face. She remembered what Sylvie 
Cassidy had told her about resisting Erick, no matter what. But she did 
not seem to be able to stop his fingers at her breasts, and how could 
she resist him, anyway? He was who he was, and she was who she was!

"I don't have to do what you say ..." she muttered in an attempt at 
defiance. "You're not really my employer!" she gasped.

"Oh, but I am; it's the Cassidy Corporation that hires you, love, and 
I'm a major stockholder, not to mention a vice-president. So forget 
that little ploy." His hands moved along the teenager's quaking hips 
and thighs. His loins pressed forward against hers, and he felt her 
tremble as his hard cock pushed against her belly.

"All that is beside the point, anyway, sweetheart. I'm not going to 
fuck you again ... not tonight, anyway ... I just want you to do 
something for me. Take this medicine up to Mrs. Cassidy. The doctor 
just had it sent over. You tell her the doctor said to take two 
teaspoons right away. Stay there until she takes it."

Ella clasped the tiny brown bottle in her hand. She felt relieved, but 
also strangely let down. If that was all he wanted of her ... she could 
easily do that.

"But ..." she started. Erick's fingers moved upward toward the dark 
haired split of her hidden pussy, his forefinger slipping in under the 
elastic of her nylon panties, pushing forthrightly against the tip of 
her hidden clitoris.

"Uuuuunhh!" she gasped, her whole body remembering the day on the beach 
with the young lawyer. She had not even gotten a letter from her boy 
friend in Vietnam yet, but she'd read an article about how the soldiers 
carried on with Vietnamese girls. It made her feel better about the 
sinful way she kept thinking of young Erick Cassidy all the time.

"You take it right now, love. Hurry up!" Erick whispered into her ear. 
"You and I will have our meeting soon enough!"

His finger made one last upward motion into the thin wet lips of her 
minuscule vagina, and then he whisked it out, spun Ella around, and, 
giving a pat on her tight little buttocks, sent her off toward the 
house.

*  *  *

Sylvie lay in bed, a light crocheted shawl that she had bought on her 
honeymoon trip to Italy tossed over her revealing silk nightgown. She 
had dutifully taken the medicine that Ella had brought up. It had a 
bitter taste, but Sylvie was sure that it must contain something 
special to make her regain her strength. Already, she seemed to feel a 
great deal better. Resting in bed all the long day had helped her a 
lot, and now she didn't feel in the least bit sleepy. She tried reading 
one of the many books she kept at her bedside, but, though she riffled 
through several of them, none seemed to strike the right chord. She 
could feel her mind as well as her body mending now as she managed to 
assimilate the horrible things that she had endured with Erick into the 
thoughts that seemed a bit more formulated. She felt that she had 
probably paid off her debt to Erick ... the price had been terrible, 
but at least it was over. He could not help but be satisfied by what he 
had done to her. She would prove herself to be as strong as any Cassidy 
by getting over it ... by carrying on with her life as though it had 
never happened. She had made a dreadful mistake, and her own body had 
deceived her, making her act in ways she had never dreamed of, but now, 
all desire was slaked from her system ... she thought. What a relief to 
know some kind of peace from those inner torments.

Sylvie picked up the latest copy of WEEKLY magazine, and looked at her 
own picture on the cover. Her fine perfect features were as exciting as 
any movie star's, and for once, Sylvie felt a surge of pride as she 
remembered that she was more than a movie star ... she was the wife of 
Tim Cassidy, a position that held the glamour of stardom, but also held 
all the importance of being the spouse of a man who was serving the 
country.

She put the book down and closed her eyes, thinking that she must 
somehow have strained them. The picture had suddenly blurred out of 
focus. She ran her fingers through the light weight of her long, 
beautifully brushed blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all over, so 
warm in fact that she had to remove the shawl from her shoulders, and 
indeed she felt like removing her nightgown. Her tongue was thick in 
her mouth, and suddenly she felt completely parched. Sylvie jumped up 
and hurried into the bathroom, where she removed her gown, slipping on 
a shorter one that lay neatly folded in a chest. Then she drew herself 
a large glass of water and drank it down, noting it did little to make 
her feel cooler. She stepped under the shower and turned on the cold 
water. The feel of the water on her deep peach toned naked body began 
to inflame her. Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated 
her beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of desire.

"What's happening ... what's happening to me!!" she wondered aloud, 
hurrying from the shower and going to her medicine cabinet where she 
withdrew a small tin of salve. She dipped her fingers into the salve 
and then spread it onto her tingling and engorged nipples. Then she put 
a little bit down between her legs, rubbing upward into the cleft of 
her swollen and oddly stimulated pussy folds. Instead of soothing her 
as she had expected the calming salve to do, it had exactly the 
opposite effect, and she was startled to find herself rubbing against 
the velvet of her inner membranes with a pressure that became more and 
more furious

"OH MY GOD!" she whimpered, "MY GOD!!!"

Everything seemed to be coming apart. She felt light as a feather, one 
moment, and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When she tried to focus 
on something, it appeared to move and shift and she was forced to close 
her eyes tightly. Little shivers began to traverse her half-clad body 
and she ripped off the shorter nightgown and finally fell to the floor 
of her dressing room which gave onto the bathroom. She just had to get 
something inside her ... something that would satisfy her!

Panic stricken, the thought entered her mind that she might die if she 
did not have surcease from the waves of shuddering lust that spread 
through her, she rolled nakedly over the deep pile rug, rubbing herself 
against the grain of the fiber, until she reached the wall and the 
intercom system. She knelt and pressed the buzzer that would sound in 
the servants' quarters. Frank answered almost immediately.

"FRANK ... GET UP HERE RIGHT AWAY ... I NEED HELP!!" she cried in 
desperation.

"YES M'AM!" Frank turned from the intercom and passing the curious 
Ella, he made his way toward the back stairway. He did not know what 
might be wrong with Mrs. Cassidy, but he was prepared to offer any 
assistance that he could, and he hurried up the stairs, panting at the 
untoward effort.

Frank entered the spacious bedroom that Tim and Sylvie Cassidy shared 
and seeing no one gravitated toward the dressing room. There he was 
stunned to see Sylvie Cassidy's flushed and naked body rolling and 
twisting spread-eagled upon the rug.

In her hands she held the thick phallus shape of a gilded candle; one 
of several that were placed about the white and gold dressing room for 
decorative effect. In desperation she was trying to fit the thick 
instrument up into her raging vagina. She twirled her entire body 
upwards and a little to the side, her legs wide-spread as the pointed 
end of the candle appeared to be stuck just inside her widely yearning 
pussy.

"UUUUUUUuuuuuunghh!" Sylvie's terror-filled eyes turned to Frank who 
stood in the doorway, with an equally alarmed expression on his face. 
She seemed to be imploring him with her eyes to come and help her get 
the large candle inside her.

" FRANK ... FRANK ... FRANK ... HELP ... YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME ... I'VE 
GOT TO RAM IT IN ... I'VE GOT TO RAM IT INSIDE ... OH DEAR GOD ... OH 
OH OH OHHH!"

Frank stepped hesitantly into the room. Nothing in his many years of 
experience with the Cassidy family had prepared him for this moment, 
and yet he felt that he had to rise to the occasion. He tried to mink 
of what was the best thing to do. He had been thoroughly trained in the 
fine art of serving, and this was a true test of his mettle. Finally 
his mind made up, he moved forward and grabbed hold of the candle, 
removing it from Sylvie's hands and with a sudden thrusting motion 
twirling it in the flooded pit of his employer's golden blonde fringed 
cunt and pushed it steadily until it began to slide with a lewd 
slippery noise into her rampaging cunt.

Sylvie felt the cold hard edged object entering her, filling her and 
with alarm she realized that it was making her cum, cum in an entirely 
different way than she had ever cum before. Her heavy well-formed 
breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny orgasms of their own in 
the breasts that spread and electrified her entire body. Frank was 
pushing and pulling now, kneeling beside his climaxing mistress, hoping 
that he had made the right decision.

"MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!" she commanded of Frank. The orgasm was not 
enough, she had to have another immediately. She twisted and turned 
against the rising candle between her thighs and then she knew that she 
would have to have something alive inside her.

"FRANK ... Frank!!!" she implored. YOU ... I HAVE TO HAVE YOU!!!"

Her fingers were already reaching out for the elegantly tailored front 
of Frank's trousers, where she found the buttons of his fly and began 
to undo them. "I can feel something in there, Frank, I know I do!!" she 
said wildly. "Frank ... YOU HAVE GOT A BIG HARD JUICY COCK!" she cried 
triumphantly, withdrawing what was truly just as she said, a good sized 
penis of satisfactory hardness for Sylvie's purposes. The drugged young 
woman, moved the startled servant's thick uncircumcised cock with 
demanding precision, thrusting the foreskin back until the blood 
engorged head popped through.

"You ... uh ... Mrs. Cassidy!" The older man's face was flushed, and he 
could not quite get out the words he wanted to say, for Sylvie was 
pushing him down to the floor, and mounting him, and even if he had 
decided to resist, he would never have been able to get away from her 
determined hands pushing him down, and her strong legs spread on either 
side of his up-thrust cock.

*  *  *

Arlene pressed her ear to the study door, trying to figure out what the 
strange, tiny sounds were. Instinct told her she wanted to know more 
about just what Ron and his brother, Erick were up to.

Ron turned off the tape recorder and looked at his watch. Only 8:30 
P.M. but he saw no reason why he should wait until 8:45 to meet his 
other brother Erick there, he could probably get to the bottom of the 
whole incident much better without the help of his bothersome brother. 
As he stood up, he had some difficulty pressing down the thick bulge of 
his lust-hard cock, but he managed somehow and then placed the recorder 
in a niche in the wall of the library between two thick books. No one 
would be coming into the room until morning he knew, and he would 
return later that night to destroy the lewd message that lay within the 
coiled mechanism of the recorder. He left the room with a distracted 
expression on his face as he climbed the stairs, he hoped that his 
decision to let Tim Cassidy go alone to meet with the District Leader 
had been a wise one. There were times when he wished that he could be 
several places at once, and this was one of them. He couldn't very well 
have let this important thing about Sylvie go until later, though. Time 
was of the essence!

Downstairs, Arlene slipped into the study and closed the door behind 
her.

There was no answer to his knock on Sylvie's door and Ron let himself 
in. Before he had reached the half-way point in the room he heard the 
loud grunting and groaning that came from the dressing room. Hurriedly 
he rushed to see what was going on and stood peering down at the 
strangest sight he had ever seen.

His brother's wife, Sylvie, bounced and gyrated nakedly over the 
valet's beet red cock, spearing her own tingling pussy with the rock-
hard penis as she lunged up and down upon it. Behind, Frank was 
attempting to thrust a gilded candle in between her flexing cushiony 
buttocks, to the encouragement of Sylvie's shrieking lewd words. "PUSH 
IT IN FRANK ... STICK IT IN MY ASSSSSSS!!!" she cried, tears streaming 
down her face.

Dutifully Frank pushed the candle in as hard as he could, worming it 
around as Sylvie's clawing fingers were instructing him to do. Gleaming 
wetness seeped down from her gyrating cunt as she rode the older gray 
haired man's rampant cock with faster and faster lunges. Her blonde 
hair flew all over her head as she worked, perspiring so freely that 
she inundated the valet with drops of her sweat.

Ron stood petrified for a long moment. All that Erick had said was true 
... and it was for worse than he thought. Nevertheless, Ron had to 
admit that he had never seen a lewder sight in all his life. It was 
very unusual and it sent shivers up and down his spine, and he could 
almost feel the hair on the nape of his neck rising. As for his thickly 
swollen cock, there was no doubt that the desire he was feeling was 
directed toward the silken blonde performer in the middle of the 
dressing room floor ... his broker Tim's wife!

At that moment Sylvie looked up and saw him. She didn't recognize him, 
only saw a man standing there. "WHO IS IT?" she said, and then added, 
"WHOEVER IT IS COME ... COME AND HELP ME ... HELP ME!!!" The madness 
still swirled in her belly and in her brain and she felt like ants were 
crawling all over her, creating a tingling lusting state that only 
rubbing and fucking would help. With only a second's hesitation, Ron 
freed his thickly engorged prick from his pants and moved into the 
room. He would do it to her if she wanted, and after they would see 
what had to be done. But right now he would do it. He had to!!

Ron saw Frank trying to scramble out from under Sylvie's determined 
body, his eyes full of fear now that he had seen Ron enter the room. 
With a groan, Ron told the older man that it was all right. Then he 
bent and lifted Sylvie up, and Frank stood up beside them. Sylvie 
clambered against Ron now, her legs trying to climb his, her arms wound 
around his neck, her tongue thrusting forward into his mouth. She 
pressed and pushed hard against him, begging him to take her.

"Tim ... Tim ... is it you ... oh fuck me darling ... Tim, fuck me ... 
fuck me!!!"

Ron picked her legs up and bracing himself against the wall, thrust her 
gaping wide cunt hard down upon his exposed hardness. His speeding cock 
drove hard, up and up into her wide-held pussy as her legs clasped 
around his waist. He bumped his loins forward to start a hard screwing 
motion into her tormented cunt that made her keen and croon loudly.

"DON'T FORGET THE BACK ... FUCK ME IN THE BACK TOO!!! OH SOMEONE PLEASE 
DO IT IN THE BACK!!" she implored.

Frank had stood by uncertainly until this moment, and then he stepped 
forward. As a younger man, Frank had known many young women, but none 
who had made him feel what Mrs. Cassidy had. He was anxious now to 
please her as he parted her already wide-spread buttock cheeks, and 
finding that reddish brown little hole that had ached so for the feel 
of the gilded candle, he thrust his own cock upward into its open 
mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Sylvie cried out. She could feel herself sandwiched 
between the two men, Ron in front and Frank the valet in back. She was 
shamelessly suspended between the two standing men as the two hotly 
churning pecks filled her vagina and her rectum, giving her at last 
something of the desire quenching relief that she sought. The drug had 
taken its toll coursing through her veins, spreading and continuing its 
evil work onrushing through her system and bringing her to new peaks of 
frenzy.

She yanked Ron's head to her and kissed his lips, his nose, his eyes. 
Her tongue slavered over his face. She caught a glimpse of his blonde 
hair and once more inquired, "Tim, oh, Tim, is that you?" OOOOOoooooh 
let me cum again, just once more!!!" she cried out, but she couldn't 
seem to climax again ... her body was left always at the edge of it, 
hanging on by a thread but the orgasm never came.

Ron's powerful young body smashed deep groans from his distraught 
sister-in-law as eagerly he levered up ramming his thickly engorged 
cock as deep as it would lunge upward into her hungrily clasping pussy. 
Sylvie strained against him, wanting him deeper, into the insanely 
quivering cunt she possessed!

She ground her buttocks down onto the inward thrusting penis that 
speared her willingly open rectum. She felt hot sparks of desire 
tracing along its nether path between her trembling naked buttocks.

"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhghghdlghhh!" But still she did not cum. It was 
always a second away. The pupils of her large blue eyes were dilated as 
she felt Frank's plunging cock stiffen without warning, spewing its 
white hot juice far into the obscenely milking walls of her defenseless 
anus.

"NOT YET NOT YET NOT ..." she cried, but the older man's spending cock 
was already limp and exhausted from its call to duty, and behind her 
Frank felt the strong sensations of his climax diminishing as his limp 
prick slid wetly from between Mrs. Tim Cassidy's buttocks. He stepped 
back and tried to straighten himself out, and when he looked up from 
his buttoning, he saw Erick Cassidy standing in the room. He was 
laughing merrily, watching the buffeting forms of his brother and 
sister-in-law Sylvie as they furiously gyrated against each other, 
Sylvie's widespread legs clasping behind his standing brother.

"So you came early?" Erick said, pleased with the little scene that he 
himself had caused. The drug had done its work well. It was supposed to 
but Erick had never used it before. It had been given to him by the son 
of the Ambassador to Jabor, a tiny middle eastern country where the men 
often used such things to bring them mindless delights with unwilling 
women.

"Perhaps I could have a go too?" he inquired politely, brushing Frank 
away. The two brothers stared at each other for a brief second over 
Sylvie's shuddering shoulder, and then Sylvie's voice awakened them.

"OH DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP!!! FUCK ME YOU BASTARDS ... MAKE ME 
CUM!!!"

His blonde hair dripping wet, Ron pulled away from the wall and pulling 
his older brother's adulterous wife with him, he lay down upon the rug. 
His legs felt weak and shaky after holding up Sylvie's weight all that 
time, but he still felt a need to complete the intensely satisfying 
fucking he was getting, so he kept her smothering nakedness over him 
without releasing his cock from her tightly clenching pussy. Her smooth 
legs lay spread over him as he bucked upward into her squirming body. 
Her tongue thrust mercilessly into his open mouth as behind them Erick 
lowered his half naked body. He had removed his pants and shorts and 
clad only in a sports shirt and his shoes and socks, he replaced 
Frank's cock inside Sylvie's burning rectum with his own.

"Seems to me I've been here before," he mused to himself, as once more 
he felt the tightly clenching rectal muscles massaging all around his 
surging prick, making it tingle with a fierce pleasure that sent him 
into a mindless ecstasy.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YESSSSS ... THIS IS THE WAY ... THIS IS THE WAY ... 
YESSS!" Sylvie kept groaning. The torture was miraculously subsiding 
and the strange sensation of tingling joy was again seeping through her 
defenselessly aroused body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation 
that she was undergoing aroused odd masochistic delights that surged 
through her bloodstream rivaling the drug with their intensity. Her 
strong hips commenced rhythmic gyrating motions an abandoned harmony 
with the increasing speed of the two rising cocks of her husband's two 
brothers inside her ... one spreading upward into her tight, slippery 
cunt, the other prodding high between her buttocks into her rectum. She 
lay writhing between them ... Ron on the bottom, Erick on top, face 
downward, her naked breasts pressing into Ron's suit-clad body. He had 
not had time to undress, but it didn't seem to matter, as he gave 
himself up to the strange sensations of sharing Tim's wife with his 
other brother!

Sylvie thought of herself as a prisoner ... a defenseless prisoner ... 
the mental mechanism that would produce her orgasm worked swiftly 
inside her ... she was trapped between tow battering lust-inspired 
animals. Her breasts were being pulled and twisted, her lips smashed 
against two mouths that fought for her favors. Never had she been so 
royally treated. She mewled and whined at them, shaking her buttocks 
backwards up at Erick and screwing her loins down onto Ron as the two 
rising cocks met and passed each other against the thin membrane of 
flesh that separated the drugged blonde's vagina from her rectum.

"COCK ... COCK ... COCK!" she moaned ... OOOOHHHH COCK ... COCK ... 
COCK ... COCKKK!"



Chapter 8


Tim Cassidy thanked the chauffeur and bid him goodnight, moving with 
his swift long stride into the house. Arlene greeted him at the door. 
"This had better be good!" he told his wife's cousin. He didn't know 
why but she was beginning to annoy him more and more. "Never, never 
should have fucked her," he added to himself as he followed the comely 
brunette into the study. "Not at this stage of the game!"

Arlene smiled at Tim as he stood defiantly watching her in the study. 
How handsome he is, she thought, how she longed to feel those strong 
arms around her again ... that thick cock of his blotting out every 
thought in her brain. How magnificent he is! Like a ferocious golden 
lion'

"WELL!" Tim growled, "I didn't come out of that meeting to meet a 
silly-assed broad, you know!" he couldn't help losing his temper as the 
smiling girl kept on looking at him like that.

"You said it was important ..." he continued.

Arlene bridled, the spark gone from her eyes. How dare he talk to her 
like that ... to HER ... She was the one who really understood him, who 
really loved him ... who could really do all that needed to be done for 
the Cassidy name! He would eat his words once he knew everything about 
that little bitch he called a wife! She was unfit to be Tim Cassidy's 
wife, cousin or no cousin'

Silently, but with trembling hands, Arlene got down the little recorder 
from the hiding place she had finally found after half an hour's 
looking. She pushed the "on" button and moved away from him, uncertain 
of just what his reaction would be to the edited tape she had listened 
to with burning ears a few minutes earlier. It was afterward that she 
had called him and told him he must return immediately to the house.

"I ... want ... a girl ... just ... like the ... girl ... that married 
... dear old ... DAD! ... You ain't seen nothing yet! ... 
OOOOOOOOOhhhhh ... Erick! Erick! ... Fuck deeper fuck deeper ... FUCK 
DEEPER ... DEEPER!!!"

Suspiciously Tim listened to the obscene tape. At first he thought that 
Arlene was just playing some kind of joke on him ... that she thought 
he might become aroused by such a thing, and then the realization 
gradually dawned on him that it was his wife's voice, it was Sylvie on 
the tape, and that the lewd coupling sounds and noises were absolutely 
real. The recording appeared to be one of his wife and his brother 
Erick screwing themselves silly!

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he growled angrily, staring menacingly at 
Arlene, who was cringing against the wall. She had the definite feeling 
that she had made a dreadful mistake.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" HAS ANYONE ELSE HEARD IT?" Tim shook with 
rage, his face pale and white, his blonde hair disheveled and unruly.

"WHERE IS SYLVIE?" he finally asked, realizing that Arlene was too 
frightened to speak.

Arlene motioned upstairs, and watched, terrified as Tim whirled out the 
door and headed up the stairs taking them two at a time.

*  *  *

A shudder of wanton delight surged through Sylvie's raw, nerve tingling 
body as her breasts heaved and quivered down upon Ron's chest, their 
hardened nipples digging into his suit top. She fucked insanely with 
him and his younger brother, feeling blissfully grateful to them ... 
she did not fully know who they were, but hoped that one of them was 
her husband, Tim. Because at last it was coming to a crashing roar 
overtaking her like a breathtaking tidal wave of searing, indescribable 
elation, roaring through her madly aroused body, filling her nakedly 
striving cunt, as the lips worked and sucked at Ron's hard penis and 
shattering through her rectum as Erick struck again and again within 
its moist confines.

Her breath came in rasping and short frenzied gasps as the powerful 
lightening-like sensations jolted her from the tip of her blonde curls 
to her desperately contracting toes.

"Look at her go ..." Frank, the valet, mumbled as he stood nearby. He 
would be ready to perform if called upon again, he thought, but it 
looked as if it was all going to be over soon.

Tim rushed into the bedroom and then hurried to the dressing room, his 
face ashen white as he heard his wife's voice.

"OOOOOHHHH GOD ... OH GOD ... I'M CUMMMMMM1NG ... CUMMMMMMMINGGG ... 
OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as the two brother's cocks pierced her 
tender undulating young body and they began to spew forth their jets of 
viscid fluid, spurting white and hot against her inner walls, plunging 
and expanding, swirling and pouring their last lust-driven load into 
her quaking, clenching orifice.

A great burst of showering stars exploded inside her, racking her 
entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling 
madly. She felt herself blacking out, falling, falling, falling as the 
torrential rain of pleasure granted her drugged body a much needed 
rest.

Frank fled out the service door of the dressing room the moment that he 
saw Tim Cassidy appear. But the brothers, Erick and Ron, only saw him 
when it was much too late to do anything about it. They saw him as they 
were bodily lifted up from the limp, swooning body of their brother's 
satiated blonde wife.

"YOU FUCKERS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SYLVIE?? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO 
HER??? FIRST THAT DISGUSTING TAPE AND NOW THIS!!!"

There seemed to be now no answer at all, or at least the answer was 
self-evident, and both brothers knew the ludicrous position of being 
caught with their spent cocks lewdly hanging out, still panting and 
puffing from their adulterous activities.

They both trembled as their older brother clapped them each on the 
neck, with a superior strength born of his fury. Angrily he knocked 
their heads together, and flung them from him. They went sprawling 
across the room, and then scrambled to their feet.

"GET OUT!!! GET OUT OF MY WIFE'S DRESSING ROOM!" Tim cried. "I'LL DEAL 
WITH BOTH OF YOU LATER!!"

The 2 brothers fled the room, running through the bedroom and out the 
bedroom door. There on the landing they bumped into Arlene who was 
curiously waiting to see what was happening.

When Ron saw Arlene he knew that she was the one who had called Tim and 
had him listen to the tape. He knew it without a word having been 
spoken. Erick rushed to his room to put on some clothes, having left 
his pants in his sister-in-law's bedroom.

Filled with a horrible combination of remorse and anger, frustration 
and humiliation by his older brother, Ron grabbed Arlene by the arm and 
propelled her along the hall until they had reached his room.

"Get in!" he told her, which caused her to tremble in terror. "Get in, 
you sneaking bitch!"

*  *  *

When Sylvie came to she felt the soothing ripples warm water all around 
her bruised and aching body. Her swollen breasts were being softly 
massaged and gentle fingers moved over her naked body in the warm soft 
water. The sweet scent of her favorite perfume rose to her nostrils and 
as she opened her eyes she looked directly into Tim's deep blue eyes.

"How are you!!" His deep familiar voice filled her with a deep sense of 
well-being. Far from a casual question, he really meant it from the 
bottom of his heart, she knew. His hands continued to caress her 
beneath the water, and she saw that she was in her own bath tub. She 
couldn't remember it all, but gradually some details of her recent 
ordeal came back to her confused mind.

She opened her mouth to speak. "Dar ... darling ..." she whispered. His 
hands moved slowly along her thighs, touching her everywhere beneath 
the water, slipping into the warmed split of her abused pussy, up 
across her soft belly, moving along her golden body as though she were 
a precious art work that he was only just appreciating for the very 
first time.

"You'll tell me later ... now you must rest ..." Tim commanded sternly, 
and moments later he was lifting her from the deep alabaster tub and 
carrying her over to the thick fluffy towels where he dried her 
carefully. Then he took her, still wrapped snugly in a large white 
towel into the bedroom where he placed her upon the bed, ever so 
carefully as though she were a mermaid he had just found upon the 
beach.

He brought fragrant oils and lotions from her dressing room and began 
to anoint her naked smoothness with them. His hands worked their 
healing effect upon Sylvie as she lay, stunned as much by her husband's 
quiet outpouring of love, as by all that had happened to her.

After a long while she began to talk, and when she did, she told him 
everything, from the very beginning, leaving out no details and sparing 
herself not at all in the moving confession that sometimes brought 
tears to her blue eyes.

Tim asked only one question. "Is this the medicine bottle?" he 
inquired, lifting the small brown bottle to his nose and sniffing it. 
He recognized the pungent smell instantly as the liquid that an 
ambassador's son had tried to give him as a gift, but that he had 
refused. He knew that its powers were purported to be very great and 
suspected just who had placed it in a medicine bottle and had it 
brought to his wife.

His eyes smoldered with a deep rooted anger, but he said nothing. "I've 
been terribly neglectful!" he said, letting his eyes roam over the 
startlingly fresh beauty of his wife's gleaming, naked body before him 
on the bed.

Very slowly he undressed, and climbed onto the bed beside her. Sylvie 
felt his arms, strong and tender, wrapping themselves around her, and 
felt his kisses begin to cover her face, her neck, her arms, the tips 
of her breasts, her now quivering belly, her thighs, her legs, her 
feet, her toes, and back up again. Now his tongue was lapping 
subserviently along her nakedness, so lightly that it was like 
butterfly's wings fluttering all over her. She felt her abused body 
responding to his tender caresses, and realized that her hopes and 
dreams of the past few months were finally coming true.

"Oh, Tim!" she sighed, turning suddenly toward him. Tim could feel the 
split of his wife's long, silky legs pressing against his hipbone, 
rubbing a little against his skin. Then her fingers moved lightly up 
and down the shaft of his hard cock and she held his wildly erect penis 
in her hand squeezing it tenderly and Tim abandoned himself to the 
aching desire he felt for his wife. Sylvie rubbed her moistening blonde 
pussy up against her district attorney husband, beginning to moan 
softly to herself. The aftermath of her drugged session had made her 
feel a sleepiness that translated into languorous sensuality, and she 
felt Tim's cock jumping and twitching in her hand as he turned a little 
towards her, his long legs intertwined with hers as he groped for her 
golden brown breasts. Finding them, his fingers moved quickly pulling 
at the small mounds of sensitive flesh until the nipples were hard and 
tight. He kissed her so hard that Sylvie had to gasp for breath.

"OH, God, Tim!" she cried. She moved her whole body up against him now, 
her hand slipping the foreskin of her husband's cock up and down more 
and more and more rapidly. There was nothing so sweet as the desire she 
felt for the man she had married. None of his brothers had been able to 
duplicate this sensation.

"JESUS!" Tim groaned. "I ... I want to be inside of you ... Are you ... 
Can I ...?" He wondered if his wife was in any condition for 
lovemaking, after all she had been through. But he wanted her so badly 
that he could hardly contain himself.

"MMMmmmmmm ... Yes ... Tim ... Tim, please ... I've been waiting so 
long ... so long ... AAAaaaaaaaaah!" Sylvie moaned and writhed against 
the young politician's hip and he could feel her hair-fringed pussy 
soaking wet against him. She clutched at him wildly, and suddenly Tim 
realized that she was cumming right there against his leg. The very 
thought of it almost made him reach a climax himself, but he held back 
just in time, as Sylvie fell back against his arms, her passion only 
momentarily drained.

"I WANT YOU ... JESUS ... I WANT YOU SO BAD!!" Tim cried as much to 
himself as to her. With his long legs he parted Sylvie's limp 
unresisting thighs. She was all softness after her orgasm and waves of 
lust traversed Tim's throbbing cock as he placed it in between her 
legs. Searching out the pink ragged opening of her flowery pussy, he 
positioned himself and let the blunt tip of his prick slide upward.

Sylvie shivered under him and suddenly was pushing hard. His pulsating 
cock was slipping all the way up into the tightness of her perfumed 
cunt. It sank deeper and deeper, filling her waiting, unresisting pussy 
with all of its potent hardness, and Sylvie grunted and opened her legs 
wide to receive him.

"OH SYLVIE ... YOU FEEL SO ... SO ...!" words failed him as he began to 
fuck into his wife with rhythmic strokes. Never had he felt anything 
like this before, even when they were first married. They began to move 
together, spurred on by each other's cries.

"OH NEVER STOP, never stop ... I love you so ... I love you ... 
wonderful ... wonderful ... your sweet cock is making me 
cuuuummmmmmmmmm ooooooh IIIIIIIIII LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!"

The muscles of their young bodies were tightened to meet the demands of 
their lust. Had anyone seen them, they would have been awed by the 
warmth and tenderness of their intense desire.

Then Tim could feel himself cumming. Everything in him merging with 
everything in her. His rock hard cock was immersed in softness and 
wetness and tightness and he was stiffening and the white fluid of his 
orgasm starting its projectile motion toward Sylvie's waiting womb.

"AAAAAHHHH!" The pleasure was sharp and he bit his lip as he spun madly 
into the vortex of his orgasm, wrenching him over onto his wife's body, 
as the hard splashes rose against her shivering pussy. Sylvie was 
meeting his orgasm with her own, releasing it in a head-on collision 
that sent them whirling together toward another world where politics 
and family duty were unheard of.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH TIM DARLINGGGGGG!" she wailed arms and legs 
thrashing as she tipped her receptive loins upward to receive as much 
of her husband's life-giving force as possible.

As soon as Tim had cum he knew that he was ready to start again. "Got 
to do it again!" he cried, moving his already swelling cock about in 
her drenched warm tunnel of her vagina. "You'll never have to complain 
again, honey ... I'll fuck you until you beg me to stop!"



Chapter 9


"We are just getting the returns from the 9th district. Yes ... yes ... 
and I think that our computers have definitely been proven right, 
folks. TIM CASSIDY IS THE WINNER! TIM CASSIDY IS OUR NEW SENATOR! In a 
few moments we'll have a word with the winner, but right now, here is 
the word from Senator Gearson who seems to have lost his bid for 
reelection to the Senate to the young Tim Cassidy.

"Do you have anything to say, Senator?"

"I'd like to thank all the people that worked so hard for me ... and to 
congratulate the winner!" The elderly senator smiled wanly, and the 
picture slowly faded out, while another took its place.

"Here he comes now! He's coming now!" The announcer's voice spoke 
hysterically. The sound of cheering had already come thundering through 
and was filling the microphones and a throng of hundreds danced up and 
down at the downtown Cassidy headquarters.

Finally Tim Cassidy and his entourage could be seen advancing toward 
the bank of microphones. His wife Sylvie was directly beside him and he 
kept her there with his arm around her waist as together they moved 
slowly through the crowd. In front of them making room for their 
passage were the 2 Cassidy brothers, Ron and Erick, proudly beaming in 
recognition of the fact that their brother was now a Senator. Behind 
them came a beaming brunette, Arlene, Sylvie's cousin who kept her eyes 
trained on Ron Cassidy as she walked.

She had set her cap for the oldest brother but it was the middle 
brother Ron who had captured her, controlling her body and soul with 
his strange disciplinary measures.

Upstairs in the private rooms reserved for the family, Mrs. Thelma 
Cassidy along with a group of about a dozen camp followers watched it 
all on her color set. She was a trifle miffed that Tim had insisted she 
stay upstairs during the big moment, but she knew her turn with the 
cameras and the photographers would come later, so it wasn't so bad. 
Besides ... they had won... Her boy was on his way to the great things 
she had always predicted for him.

She watched with approval as the tightly knit group gathered around Tim 
as he made his acceptance speech.

"Through thick and through thin, the Cassidys stick it out!" she 
murmured to the elderly woman who was her son's secretary and Mrs. 
Grayson agreed.

"That girl is turning into a real Cassidy," Thelma said, noting 
Sylvie's beaming expression as Tim spoke. Only Sylvie knew that her 
husband's hand, hidden by the brothers and other members of the group 
behind them, was rhythmically massaging her willing buttocks as he gave 
one of the most charming speeches of his career. It was their secret 
symbol that meant they would celebrate the victory that night in their 
own manner, close in each other's arms, his hard cock locked in the 
tightly clinging orifice of her obedient and faithful pussy.

Arlene felt Ron's arm around her and looked adoringly up into his eyes. 
"We've won!" he told her. "Nothing can stop us now ... not with our 
organization!"

"Fucking and sucking and wheeling and dealing, Cassidy style," Erick 
Cassidy thought. "Nothing can beat it!"


To Be Continued in TNS-530
