"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…Oooohhhhcock… 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!…
Ohhh… 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.