game right there. He had a sudden idea. He rang for the waiter.
'Straighten yourself up,' he commanded, 'we're going to one of the private rooms.'
Hurriedly, Sylvie tried to present the best appearance she could. And when the waiter appeared, the two of them looked as though butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. But underneath her skirt, Sylvie felt her aching and yearning pussy, tingling with the desire that had accumulated within the past few moments at the club.
The new drinks were set up in the private room upstairs and the waiter was withdrawing from the room. Sylvie sat on a low sofa near the window and noticed that there was a separate exit to the room. The street was below. The street and freedom. She felt somehow more sober now, and the full realization of her actions had come to her with shattering force as she and Erick entered the room. She had to get out of there at any cost.
'We'll be expecting my brother and some others,' Erick lied, 'so please direct them here should they come in.'
The waiter replied that he would of course comply with Erick's wishes, and disappeared closing the door behind him. Erick sprang up and locked the door, and the loud Sylvie's ears with terrible finality.
'Erick,' she stammered, as the youthful blonde lawyer came toward her,
'let's act like adults… You can't seriously think that I am going to …'
Her words were cut off as he took hold of her, drawing her sharply up against his lean body. His lips pressed hard on hers, his tongue penetrating their tight defense with ease, as his hips ground lasciviously against her. She could feel the hard poker shape of his thickened penis rising against her trembling belly, and in spite of herself she recalled its enormous, bloated appearance when she had watched it appearing and disappearing into the servant girl's willingly wide-spread genitals.
'Oh God,' she groaned, slumping against him. 'I… I can't go through with it!' But her entire body lurched uncontrollably in his arms, as she felt the thick cock that could give her so much pleasure… so much relief that she needed and that her husband had not given her. She thought of the depraved act Tim had made her perform only the night before, and how her hopes for satisfaction had been so cruelly shattered.
'You know you want it…' Erick was saying, and he pulled hurriedly away from his sister-in-law. She leaned against the wall and watched, wide-eyed as her husband's younger brother began to strip his clothes from his body. She closed her eyes to block out the view, and then when she opened them he stood in front of her completely naked, his hard cock standing out from beneath the lean tautness of his belly. Lewdly, he began stroking the uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head.
'I know that Tim's cock is not nearly as big as mine!' Erick smiled, watching her carefully as though she were some insect that he had trapped. Sylvie tried to speak, but she could not. What on earth could she say or do against such a fiendish man. Her eyes automatically gravitated to the spot where hideously he was masturbating in front of her, and in spite of her fear, she could not help imagining what it would feel like inside her. It would fill her more than anything had ever filled her before, that much she knew. It was true that Erick was bigger than his older brother, but Sylvie had always been told that size made little difference. It was a man's actual technique in lovemaking that counted. She remembered all those times when Tim had made her deliriously happy, and then bitterly thought of just how long ago those times were, and that he was probably using those same techniques on myriads of other girls. While she remained totally unsatisfied and at the mercy of such madmen as his younger brother, Erick!
'D… don't touch me again!' she stammered. But inwardly she knew there was no escape now. It was going to happen. He reached out for her pulling her close to the sofa and she began to feel as though a rush of flames were licking her body as his fingers began moving up and down her clothed loins.
'Let's just take it nice and slow and easy!' he exclaimed. 'I'm not just going to give you just any old brush- over fuck. You are going to beg me for it, Sylvie!' He dropped to his knees in front of her as she swayed above him, lifting her skirt and hooking his finger in the elastic waistband of her panties and pulling them slowly down over the softness of her round full buttocks until they dropped in a small pile of material around her ankles.
She swayed again dangerously, almost losing her balance as a wave of dizziness filled her already horribly whirling head. Suddenly, she felt his lips pressing tightly into the naked flesh of her belly. The wet contact sent chills racing the length of her spine, and she automatically reached forward with her hands, to lock them in Erick's blonde hair to keep from falling. Encouraged by her action, Erick dropped his lips to the golden triangle of curl-lined pussy and spreading the soft hair with his thumbs, flicked his tongue inside the moistly flowering slit of her unwillingly aroused vagina.
Sylvie jumped from the sudden electrifying contact with the upright bud of her clitoris, and fell backwards, losing her balance completely, so that she landed on the sofa behind them. Erick leaped forward and caught her so that she lay flat on her back sprawled with her long patrician legs wide open and him right where he wanted to be… between them. Her eyes opened wide in abject terror, Sylvie struggled to close them but it was hopeless. Looking down, she could see her husband's brother hunched down on all fours between her widespread thighs grinning up at her savagely. The moistly offered flesh of her nakedly cringing pussy was presented to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice. Below, the shreds of her torn panties clung to one of her ankles as she lay frozen on the sofa, her humiliation complete as Erick lowered his face between her legs. His hands were flat against the soft inner flesh of her thighs as his thumbs rested on the quivering hairfringed lips of her cunt. With a slow tortured outward movement, he drew the ragged pink lips of Sylvie's trapped pussy apart, exposing the inside of it to his lascivious gaze. Then his head was buried against her trembling mound, and his long slippery tongue burrowed snake-like into the warm throbbing secret walls of her pussy.
'Ooooooooooohhh God!!! Ooooooooohhhhhh!' she whimpered, lifting her blonde head up off the sofa to watch with horrified disbelief as Erick's tousled head rocked to and fro between her trembling thighs.
'This can't be happening… nooo!' she groaned over and over flailing helplessly from side to side as her brother-in-law's tongue speared and licked in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her exposed pussy. Yet in spite of her humiliation and revulsion, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were rippling deep down in her belly.
Erick's hands moved up over the tanned flatness of her quivering belly and he dug his fingers up toward the hardening nipples of her breasts beneath her dress. Still, his mouth and tongue worked and slipped against the wide-spread thighness of her thoroughly inundated cunt, his eyes remaining wide open so that he could watch in arrogant delight, the contortions of his beautiful victim's features.
He was waiting, and he was prepared to wait a long while if necessary for the signs which he knew were sure to come. She must surrender to him! She had to!
Sylvie lay stunned in abject submission to the depraved outrages she was being subjected to. Yet there was nothing she could do, and great tears of humiliation and shame swelled in her eyes as she realized that he was making dangerous inroads into the lurking passion that dwelled just beneath the surface of her frazzled nerve- endings. Random thoughts of her husband with other women flickered through her mind as the wet sucking noises drifted upward to her ears. How would she ever be able to face Tim again after letting this happen to her. No matter what he had done, didn't she at least owe him enough not to groan in degradation and desire beneath his own brother? There had been times before when Sylvie Cassidy had felt alone and helpless, but nothing she had been through had prepared her for this vile moment.
Erick kept his eyes upon Sylvie's face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her slippery vagina. When he saw her tears, he felt a thrill of satisfaction. This would teach her… the goddamned little stuck-up bitch! Not good enough to lick her shoes indeed … well, he was good enough to lick her cunt, all right! Before the night was over she'd be crawling to him on her hands and knees, begging for it! He began to suck furiously at the tender rosy inner lining of Sylvie's cunt. This will get her! he thought, lewdly, beginning to make rapid up and down motions with his tongue, and then flicking the pointed edge into the well of Sylvie's seeping vagina. Then he sucked and pulled on the soft petal-like lips of her cunt until he heard her crying out above him.
'Ooooohhhhoooooooohhhhhh!' Sylvie realized with a sudden sense of devastation that her loss of control was complete. She clenched her teeth tight together and fought it with all her might, but the tiny rising sparks continued to mount within her and burst into a sudden uncontrollable flame that began to devour her. Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically upward and her hands were curling down into his hair as with a low soul stirring groan she began a slow abandoned movement with each thrust of her brother-in-law's lapping tongue. Forgotten were all thoughts of Tim… her unfaithful husband, forgotten was the humiliation of having this happen to her in a private room at the club, with all sorts of important people outside beyond the locked door. All that mattered now were the sharp shafts of pleasure that pierced through her private flesh like little needles of sinful excitement.
