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"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 rockhard 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,

"Whoeverit 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?" Oooooh 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.

"Ohhhhhhhhghghdlghhh!" 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.