it onto her tingling and engorged nipples. Then she put a little bit down between her legs, rubbing upward into the cleft of her swollen and oddly stimulated pussy folds. Instead of soothing her as she had expected the calming salve to do, it had exactly the opposite effect, and she was startled to find herself rubbing against the velvet of her inner membranes with a pressure that became more and more furious 'Oh My God!' she whimpered, 'My God!!!'
Everything seemed to be coming apart. She felt light as a feather, one moment, and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When she tried to focus on something, it appeared to move and shift and she was forced to close her eyes tightly. Little shivers began to traverse her half-clad body and she ripped off the shorter nightgown and finally fell to the floor of her dressing room which gave onto the bathroom. She just had to get something inside her… something that would satisfy her!
Panic stricken, the thought entered her mind that she might die if she did not have surcease from the waves of shuddering lust that spread through her, she rolled nakedly over the deep pile rug, rubbing herself against the grain of the fiber, until she reached the wall and the intercom system. She knelt and pressed the buzzer that would sound in the servants' quarters. Frank answered almost immediately.
'Frank…get up here right away… I need help!!' she cried in desperation.
'Yes M'am!' Frank turned from the intercom and passing the curious Ella, he made his way toward the back stairway. He did not know what might be wrong with Mrs. Cassidy, but he was prepared to offer any assistance that he could, and he hurried up the stairs, panting at the untoward effort.
Frank entered the spacious bedroom that Tim and Sylvie Cassidy shared and seeing no one gravitated toward the dressing room. There he was stunned to see Sylvie Cassidy's flushed and naked body rolling and twisting spread-eagled upon the rug.
In her hands she held the thick phallus shape of a gilded candle; one of several that were placed about the white and gold dressing room for decorative effect. In desperation she was trying to fit the thick instrument up into her raging vagina. She twirled her entire body upwards and a little to the side, her legs wide-spread as the pointed end of the candle appeared to be stuck just inside her widely yearning pussy.
'Uuunghh!' Sylvie's terror-filled eyes turned to Frank who stood in the doorway, with an equally alarmed expression on his face.
She seemed to be imploring him with her eyes to come and help her get the large candle inside her.
' Frank… Frank… Frank…help… you've got to help me…I've got to ram it in…I've got to ram it inside… oh dear God… oh oh oh ohhh!'
Frank stepped hesitantly into the room. Nothing in his many years of experience with the Cassidy family had prepared him for this moment, and yet he felt that he had to rise to the occasion. He tried to mink of what was the best thing to do. He had been thoroughly trained in the fine art of serving, and this was a true test of his mettle. Finally his mind made up, he moved forward and grabbed hold of the candle, removing it from Sylvie's hands and with a sudden thrusting motion twirling it in the flooded pit of his employer's golden blonde fringed cunt and pushed it steadily until it began to slide with a lewd slippery noise into her rampaging cunt.
Sylvie felt the cold hard edged object entering her, filling her and with alarm she realized that it was making her cum, cum in an entirely different way than she had ever cum before. Her heavy well-formed breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny orgasms of their own in the breasts that spread and electrified her entire body. Frank was pushing and pulling now, kneeling beside his climaxing mistress, hoping that he had made the right decision.
'More more more more more!' she commanded of Frank. The orgasm was not enough, she had to have another immediately. She twisted and turned against the rising candle between her thighs and then she knew that she would have to have something alive inside her.
'Frank… Frank!!!' she implored. You… I have to have you!!!'
Her fingers were already reaching out for the elegantly tailored front of Frank's trousers, where she found the buttons of his fly and began to undo them. 'I can feel something in there, Frank, I know I do!!' she said wildly. 'Frank…you have got a big hard juicy cock!' she cried triumphantly, withdrawing what was truly just as she said, a good sized penis of satisfactory hardness for Sylvie's purposes. The drugged young woman, moved the startled servant's thick uncircumcised cock with demanding precision, thrusting the foreskin back until the blood engorged head popped through.
'You… uh… Mrs. Cassidy!' The older man's face was flushed, and he could not quite get out the words he wanted to say, for Sylvie was pushing him down to the floor, and mounting him, and even if he had decided to resist, he would never have been able to get away from her determined hands pushing him down, and her strong legs spread on either side of his up-thrust cock.
Arlene pressed her ear to the study door, trying to figure out what the strange, tiny sounds were. Instinct told her she wanted to know more about just what Ron and his brother, Erick were up to.
Ron turned off the tape recorder and looked at his watch. Only 8:30 P.M. but he saw no reason why he should wait until 8:45 to meet his other brother Erick there, he could probably get to the bottom of the whole incident much better without the help of his bothersome brother.
As he stood up, he had some difficulty pressing down the thick bulge of his lust-hard cock, but he managed somehow and then placed the recorder in a niche in the wall of the library between two thick books. No one would be coming into the room until morning he knew, and he would return later that night to destroy the lewd message that lay within the coiled mechanism of the recorder. He left the room with a distracted expression on his face as he climbed the stairs, he hoped that his decision to let Tim Cassidy go alone to meet with the District Leader had been a wise one. There were times when he wished that he could be several places at once, and this was one of them. He couldn't very well have let this important thing about Sylvie go until later, though. Time was of the essence!
Downstairs, Arlene slipped into the study and closed the door behind her.
There was no answer to his knock on Sylvie's door and Ron let himself in. Before he had reached the half-way point in the room he heard the loud grunting and groaning that came from the dressing room. Hurriedly he rushed to see what was going on and stood peering down at the strangest sight he had ever seen.
His brother's wife, Sylvie, bounced and gyrated nakedly over the valet's beet red cock, spearing her own tingling pussy with the rockhard penis as she lunged up and down upon it. Behind, Frank was attempting to thrust a gilded candle in between her flexing cushiony buttocks, to the encouragement of Sylvie's shrieking lewd words. 'Push it in Frank…stick it in my asssssss!!!' she cried, tears streaming down her face.
Dutifully Frank pushed the candle in as hard as he could, worming it around as Sylvie's clawing fingers were instructing him to do. Gleaming wetness seeped down from her gyrating cunt as she rode the older gray haired man's rampant cock with faster and faster lunges. Her blonde hair flew all over her head as she worked, perspiring so freely that she inundated the valet with drops of her sweat.
Ron stood petrified for a long moment. All that Erick had said was true … and it was for worse than he thought. Nevertheless, Ron had to admit that he had never seen a lewder sight in all his life. It was very unusual and it sent shivers up and down his spine, and he could almost feel the hair on the nape of his neck rising. As for his thickly swollen cock, there was no doubt that the desire he was feeling was directed toward the silken blonde performer in the middle of the dressing room floor… his broker Tim's wife!
At that moment Sylvie looked up and saw him. She didn't recognize him, only saw a man standing there. 'Who is it?' she said, and then added,
'Whoeverit is come… come and help me… help me!!!' The madness still swirled in her belly and in her brain and she felt like ants were crawling all over her, creating a tingling lusting state that only rubbing and fucking would help. With only a second's hesitation, Ron freed his thickly engorged prick from his pants and moved into the room. He would do it to her if she wanted, and after they would see what had to be done. But right now he would do it. He had to!!
Ron saw Frank trying to scramble out from under Sylvie's determined body, his eyes full of fear now that he had seen Ron enter the room.
With a groan, Ron told the older man that it was all right. Then he bent and lifted Sylvie up, and Frank stood up beside them. Sylvie clambered against Ron now, her legs trying to climb his, her arms wound around his neck, her tongue thrusting forward into his mouth. She pressed and pushed hard against him, begging him to take her.
