"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 desirehardened 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.
"Nnnnnnnnghh! 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.