the leg band of her pink nylon panties. He was softly stroking the little narrow moist slit of her hair-covered vagina. You could see it, Sylvie, glistening with wet between her spread legs as the man suddenly shoved his finger upward worming it into the tight little pussy as high as he could go!'
Sylvie held her breath. It was hard for her to believe that she was sitting in the stodgy protectiveness of the club. That there were others nearby who were totally unaware of what was happening, of the horror story that Erick was forcing her to listen to about a man she could only assume was her husband. She tried to believe that it wasn't a true story… but it seemed so realistic that she was inwardly certain that it was! She could feel her body begin to twitch and instinctively she pressed her thighs tight together, feeling as she did so, Erick's leg follow hers, pressing close again.
She hadn't noticed it there until this point, and then, the alcohol circulating lazily in her veins seemed to create a lethargy in her limbs, so that she could not imagine why she had started to feel a slight tingle in her belly that was working its way down slowly to the sensuous point between her tightly pressing thighs. She knew that she ought to move her leg away from her brother-in-law's but she had to wait until the excitement in her loins subsided. It was puzzling to feel the two sensations at work inside her, acute jealousy about her husband and that girl, and yet a strange arousal at the lewd impact of the story.
'I must be drunker than I thought,' she realized. But there was nothing much she could do about it. Outwardly at least, she still remained prim and proper. Anyone seeing her would not have guessed at the extent to which things were slipping away inside her. All the shoring up was sliding down and she was weak and defenseless against the deep emotions that swirled in her frustrated body.
'Shall I continue?' Erick asked, looking around at the posh surroundings of the club. No one could see them, of that much he was certain, and his own lustful impulses were driving him to continue beyond the point at which he'd thought he might stop. Without waiting for his captive audience to reply, Erick went on, beginning as he spoke, a steady sliding of his leg against Sylvie's silk encased thigh.
'When the man tired of finger fucking the little creature, and her whimpering began to get to him, he roughly grabbed her up and marched her over to the couch in the corner. There he sat down and stood her in front of him, pulling her shirt to expose the flimsy pink panties that encased her round tight little buttocks and the tender split of her baby-cunt.'
'Tears began streaming from her eyes and she was begging him to stop and let her go. But the man pointed out to her that since she had obviously been aroused by his finger, they might as well continue. He promised her all sorts of things… special jobs with the organization, even a raise in salary. Those girls hardly get anything you know. Well, she protested and seemed hurt that he would even suggest such a thing and finally she began to tearfully remove her clothing. She stripped everything from her young budding body and the man did the same. I must admit Sylvie that we did too, the whole thing was just too exciting for words!'
'Well, there he was standing there with his big hard-on standing out like a tree trunk in front of him. I won't mention the size of mine… you've seen it any way haven't you, Sylvie?' Erick's leg rubbed insistently against hers, and his hand dropped to the edge of her skirt beneath the table.
'The girl finished dropping her panties to the floor and stood before an of us, her arms covered her firm young tits. She had soft golden hair covering her little cunt and the base of her belly was white and soft.'
'The man pulled her up on the couch with him. He lay on his back and forced her to straddle his nakedness. The round whiteness of her buttocks was visible to all as she was poised directly over the hardness of his long cock. She sobbed as he put his hands underneath her and began to guide his own pack toward the tiny moist open lips of the young girl's baby cunt. We could see him moving it up and down in the moist glistening slit for a moment moving through the soft pubic hair, and she was crying out and saying she'd never done it before and we were standing jerking off as best we could a few feet away when he ground his hips upward and pulled her down on his pile-driving cock!'
Sylvie's eyes were round saucers and she knew that she ought to scream and tear herself away from the serpent-like fascination of her brotherin-law's words. She could feel his fingers rising on her leg, moving upward toward the nakedness of her upper thigh, beyond the place where her black garter belt held her stockings. But the rum had had a strangely tranquilizing effect upon her and instead she sat frozen in immobility, helplessly aroused by the feel of Erick's fingers and by his thigh so close to hers. She tried, nonetheless to turn away, managing only to move her head. Looking out and over the other people who were some distance away in the bar of the club, she found herself visualizing her husband with another girl… the one in the story.
Instead of the absolute revulsion she had felt at the beginning, she felt an odd quivering deep between her thighs.
His infidelity somehow freed her and made her cause more righteous. As though by pinpointing the direct cause of her unhappiness she was better able to fight it! She closed her eyes and thought about the fingers that were now on her naked thighs. They felt warm and real… necessary to her well-being. Why should she not have the pleasure when the men gave it to themselves freely whenever they wanted? Why should she have to suffer and be perfect, when they were far from perfection themselves! Why had law condemned her to a life of frustration and silence, of meek smiles for the photographers and inane utterances for the press!?
Erick's hand gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft full flesh of her thigh that sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting up to the seeping moist triangle of her pussy. She uttered a low helpless groan and slid back against the cushion behind her, letting it cradle her heavy head. Erick took full advantage of the moment to slide his hand up to the soft roundness of his brother's wife's buttocks where they lay encased in a brief swatch of panties.
'Oh, God, no, we can't… we can't…' she whimpered helplessly, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She thought she could see the waiter looking in their direction but she knew that he could really not see anything unless he came around the partition, and he wouldn't do that unless they rang for him. She tried to squirm away from her brother-in-law but his strength was too great and she only succeeded in worsening her position. His hand cupped from behind into the split of her seeping pussy, and through her panties he began to steadily flick his middle finger upward against the raging madness she felt there.
'Oh, please… don't do it… don't do this to me…' she cried.
'Why not?' he inquired, 'why shouldn't we… Tim fucks all the cunt he can get when he's away from you, why shouldn't you get a little extra cock?'
The crude words echoed Sylvie's own thoughts, and they sent a chilling feeling of uncontrolled longing throughout her loins. She gasped as the fingers of his hand pushed teasingly up against the hopelessly aroused pit of her trembling pussy. 'Stop, please don't, don't touch me there anymore…' she pleaded, but her body was telling her otherwise, and Erick sensing it and feeling her squirming wetness against the palm of his hand and his fingers, brought his other hand up and around her, to touch the side of this sister-in-law's breasts, pushing hard against the soft yielding flesh. Sylvie moaned and tried to pull away, using all her will power to overcome the rising sensations building up in the pit of her stomach. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her buttocks as she felt him slipping his finger slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip of his index finger found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina and gently thrust into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making sudden real contact with the throbbing, lusting head of her clitoris. It was thoroughly soaked from the unwanted desire that permeated Sylvie's whole being and she sucked in her breath tightly to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
She knew that she must not make the sounds she wanted to make. They were after all in a public place! No one must know what was going on … no one must find out that Tim Cassidy's wife was being obscenely and horribly embraced beneath her skirt by her husband's own brother!
She lay half reclining in the booth, totally helpless while Erick's hands played with her warm secret flesh, and tears of humiliation began to cascade down her face.
'So this is that little pussy you were petting by the beach that day!'
Erick whispered hoarsely to his brother's wife. 'You were really getting your kicks from watching me fucking the maid… admit it!' he choked out, slipping his fingers with urgency up against her quivering clitoris. Sylvie found her hips suddenly squirming in involuntary rhythm to the teasing of his rummaging finger.
'Oh… no… no…' she protested, but to no avail.
'Spread you legs a little wider, let me get inside!' Erick cried.
'NO… not here… someone will see… we can't… we can't…'
Erick paused a moment and looked around them. She was right. It was foolish to continue the audacious
