The Family Swappers book One

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 negligee 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 negligee 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 negligee. "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.

"Ohhhhhhh!! 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 wideopen to his obscene attentions.

"You little cunt!" he cursed, "I'm gonna fuck that tight little highand-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 "Whatthis 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'scummmmmmming!!!!"

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 Nooo!" 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.