"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 hairfringed 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… nooo!" 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 goddamned 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.
"Oooooh 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!