With a superhuman effort, Sylvie ground her buttocks sensuously backward, right into the pain. The hurt crashed around inside her for long moments… but then she pushed back again and again. At the same time she jiggled her hips forward and sideways in lewd circles as the hard ramming phallus thudded up into her widespread vaginal passage.
She would show him that she could take it… she would show him that she would turn his torment into pleasure… she would show him that she had as much stamina as the other Cassidys… that no one would get the better of her!
Arlene and Ron ran breathlessly up the steps. They entered the building and found the door to Frank's apartment. Ron fished in his pocket and found the correct skeleton key for that type of lock on the door, and quietly opened it. He pushed silently, until he could tell that there was no one in the living room of the apartment. But he spied the open bedroom door and, followed by Arlene, he headed toward it. Once inside the empty bedroom they could hear the noises coming from the small door on the other side. They rushed to it, and Ron cracked it so that they could look in. The sight that met their eyes was unlike anything they had expected to see, and it froze them to the spot for several long moments.
Inside Sylvie was furiously squirming her buttocks and her thickly penetrated hair-lined pussy toward the lewd invasion of a twin dildo, in an indecent invitation for the ravishment to continue… for the pace to be quickened. And Frank, his silver hair flying about in sweatglistening strands, was thrusting upward with all his might, muttering and cajoling and grunting. He was bucking and churning the two hard rubber cocks upward into the nakedly clasping entrances of the young blonde's secret femininity… the giant phalluses, slipping and sliding, impaling the senator's wife with new determination.
At last, Sylvie felt a compelling force inside her responding to her urgent need. Deep inside her gyrating pussy a spark grew and doubled itself, reproducing amoeba-like and becoming a wild hot streak of lust within her.
She spread her long legs as wide as possible and let her head hang back, mouth open, eyes rolling back in their sockets. Frank plowed upward into her with the two hard instruments, and suddenly his own cock began to spurt hot jets of cum within the confines of his trousers.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Furiously he thrust as though his own penis were surging upward into the golden-blonde cunt above him. As though his own hard cock were climaxing within the tight confines of Sylvie's narrow rectum.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrhrhghhhhhh! Cummmmmmiinnnnnggg! Mrs. Cassidy, I'mmmmmmm cummmmmiiinnnnnnnng!" he cried out, as above him, hearing the strangled signs of the former valet's culmination, she herself bucked and churned against the hardness of the two cocks buried deep inside her, her lips spilling forth obscenities that she could not stop.
"Oooooooaaahhhhhhhhhhhghhhhhrhh!" she cried. "Yeeeesss! I'm gumming too! You bastard! Doit to me! Stick it in me harder! I'll show you! I'll show you!!!"
Sylvie's flesh was sweat slickened and shining in the final convulsive state of her ruthless fucking. She could feel her yearning pussy kneading and responding to the fake cock rising inside it… loving it as though it were real… wanting the hardness of the tightly rammed dildo in her rectum, massaging it with powerful anal contractions.
Happily she jogged forward and sideways, dancing against the two lewd objects, her hands still hanging in the air. Her golden brown breasts bobbed and jiggled, and she was cumming. Cumming in the front and cumming in the back! The two tinglingly heated areas were inundated with waves of pleasure so harsh that Sylvie roared like a lioness, feeling the smooth friction of the golden rubber cocks fitting her and fulfilling her unbidden desire.
"More more more more more!" she screamed as the orgasms had their way with her tormented young body, washing away all the pain and spreading soothing pleasure to every tiny crevice, making it all worthwhile and reassuring her that she was still a whole human being. To her surprise, she suddenly felt two streams of wetness filling her climaxing channels. Frank was squeezing the "testicles" of his creation, and two jets of creamy milk spread high up into her already drenched vagina and her burning anal canal. The unexpected splash of wetness caused Sylvie to feel another climax starting, and she gasped for breath as it struck, her entire naked body trembling with lust and flashing hot waves of pink.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhghghhghhhhhhh!!!"
Chapter 8
The apartment in the Hilton Hotel was comfortable, and the airconditioning counteracted the heat of the sweltering convention city outside.
It was all over now but the cheering, and the members of the Cassidy family sat around watching reruns of the big event on the color TV.
Mrs. Thelma Cassidy had just left after warmly embracing all of them and giving a word of caution to Sylvie about Tim's health.
Now Tim and Sylvie and Ron and Arlene sat together on a large comfortable sofa. Across from them, sitting on the floor, was Erick, the youngest brother. Mellow smiles of satisfaction creased all of their faces as they opened yet another bottle of champagne and drank it down.
Tim's hands moved against his smiling wife's soft breasts within the material of her cashmere sweater, and she began to croon soft words of endearment to him.
"You won, darling! You won!"
Arlene and Ron were already kissing passionately, and Ron's fingers were climbing beneath the brunette's short skirt, rising toward the willing pit of her hidden pussy.
In spite of the fact that they were not alone, Tim couldn't help feeling the general air of sensuality in the room, and his dormant penis grew harder by the second. His wife's voluptuously rounded breasts were soft and naked in his fingers and he longed to touch her cream-white body all over. Yet they couldn't leave the others just yet.
His other hand reached beneath her skirts tentatively at first, and then boldly.
"I couldn't have done it without all of you," he said.
His brother, Ron, while letting his thick middle finger crease the thin furrow of Arlene's pulsing hair-lined cunt, murmured to the room in general, "This is only the beginning, folks! Now that we have the nomination… what we want is the Presidency!!"
"Ooooooooooh!" Arlene couldn't help crooning with delight as she felt the surges of pleasure rising from her tingling pussy. Her fingers moved stealthily on the couch toward her cousin, who was sitting next to her. She couldn't help feeling grateful that they had spared her any further indecencies from the former valet. Frank was safe and snug now in a rest home that was, incidentally, owned by the Cassidy Foundation.
He had declared that Sylvie had thoroughly satisfied his every need, and that they were welcome to all his manuscripts and the tapes as well.
Arlene moved her fingers upward toward Sylvie's already quivering thighs, and was surprised to meet Tim's fingers there. But instead of retreating, she let her hand rise with his toward the trembling pit of his wife's golden-haired cunt.
"We were so close once," she whispered as she felt Ron's surging fingers slip up into her warmly clasping vagina. "So close!"
"We can be again," sighed Sylvie as she felt the two hands, one her beloved husband's and the other her cousin's slipping into the nakedness of her pussy beneath her brief nylon panties.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she sighed.
Erick was on the phone on the other side of the room. Not to be outdone, he decided he would have to have a partner of his own.
By the time he returned from the telephone, he found the foursome completely naked, a pile of clothes strewn across the room. In the background, the television rebroadcasted the events leading up to this joyous moment.