desire-hardened cock. It wouldn't be long now, he Bought, and just in time too… he couldn't last a minute longer! Grotter didn't know how good Ron Cassidy was in the sack, but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money that day with Arlene.
'Get it, baby… get it!' he began to spit out, obscenely. 'Daddy's throwing it to you, come and get it!'
Arlene writhed around on the rug and let all the perversity of the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her breasts being pulled harder and harder, each burning touch creating a conflagration within her that only heightened the lust between her legs. The powerful blows that struck the hitherto untouched upper regions of her secret cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure, were wringing a joyful culmination from her tormented young loins. She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and constricted. She felt like she was floating, and her eyes were tightly closed and there was a breaking deep inside her. She was bursting, being pulled apart! She walked a thin tightrope between sanity and insanity… then suddenly jumped.
From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling sensations that started in her pulsing vagina and spread to the minutest cells of her body. She was released!
'Aaaaaahhhhhh!' Arlene choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded cock began to spurt forth its jism.
'Oh shit!' Grotter exclaimed. 'Oh shit!' His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliered ceiling of La Fourchette.
'Nnnnnghghghhhhhhh!' he grunted, lifting Arlene's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his spending cock deep deep into her climaxing pussy.
'Oah… yes yes yes yes yes!' Arlene cried out, jiggling upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for the burning hot sperm that filled her quivering cunt.
She did not feel completely human as caught in the throes of her tumultuous orgasm she began to murmur a steady stream of words.
'Oh, give it to me, give it to me… oh! I want it… I need it…give it to meeeeeee!'
Ron Cassidy watched the incredible spectacle with great interest. He felt extremely frustrated by the whole thing now, and he wished that he could have been the one to bring out this tremendous orgasm in his beautiful assistant. He felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy at the thought that a bore like Senator Grotter could make Arlene cum like that. Logically, of course, he knew what it was that was exciting Arlene. It was the time, the place, and the completely untoward situation of being taken by a near stranger in the presence of her lover. Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and Ron could see that Grotter had had it, he hurriedly released his own throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly into the modulated air of the restaurant's back room. Strains of heavenly strings still wafted through the air, and only a soft mewling that mingled with Grotter's heavy panting could be heard rising to meet the music.
Grotter pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forelorn looking. But Grotter seemed more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go! He clumsily got to his feet, and, still panting, headed for the bathroom. Ron moved around Arlene's nakedly prone body. He knelt between her parted legs and looked at the devastation that he himself had caused to happen. What sight! he thought. What a gorgeous creature she was. She lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance state, and Ron longed to bring her back to life with the rock-hard cock that he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his hand. The pinkly shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched and widespread for all the world to see, and the dark curling hairs glistened with the combined moisture of orgasmic secretions. She was an obscenely presented treat, Ron thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly staining cock stood out taut and tight and ready.
There was no time left to fuck her the way he really wanted. That would have to wait for that night when they were alone together. The action of his hand on his throbbing, lust-bloated shaft felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead and his blonde hair fell forward in his eyes. He closed them with an expression of utter bliss.
Arlene stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments she had been totally unaware of her surroundings, but now she heard the peculiar lewd noise of Ron's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling male flesh, and opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Ron looked down at her with an expression akin to agony.
'I'm gonna cream on you, baby… I'm gonna cream all over you!' he announced, and then uttering a spangled cry, he let his raging hot penis jerk upward with a sharp jolt.
'Nnnaaaaannnnghghghghhhhh!'
Suddenly Arlene felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly reclining body. On her face, running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her whitely exposed belly, inching down her still-spread inner thighs toward her already inundated young pussy. Ron's cock was waving now, directly toward her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain, releasing the hot, white liquid of its ecstasy. She watched stunned as Ron uttered several final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Arlene's startled features.
Yet, she was unable to feel the disgust that she knew she ought to be feeling. After all, this was Ron… Ron Cassidy, her own man wonderful lover!
Chapter 4
'Just set it down there, Ella!' Sylvie was still in bed, having canceled all her appointments for that day. It was the third day now since her surprise encounter with Frank, the former valet, that she had remained confined to her room with a mysterious illness.
The family doctor, Dr. Darling, had suggested she get a complete rest, and she was happy to follow doctor's orders since her terrible lewd experience with the former valet had left her feeling despondent and weak. She had done her best to hide her state of mind from her husband, and fortunately Tim's busy schedule had taken him out of town for a few days so that he was not there to ascertain the full depth of her depression. When he returned, they were scheduled to weekend in Grandville.
Tim had left feeling certain that the reliable Dr. Darling would 'fix Sylvie up.' The family doctor had a wide array of shots and pills that Tim was certain would work wonders with his ailing blonde wife. He knew for a fact that his mother had extracted from the dear doctor a veritable youth formula, much in use by movie stars and other prominent people who depended upon their appearance for their livelihood. She did not have to fly to Switzerland or Czechoslovakia for such treatments, for somehow the family doctor managed to have all the latest necessities. And it was true that Thelma Cassidy, now a gracefullooking widow in her seventies and a demanding matriarch who still kept more active than a woman half her age, seemed ageless. Tim was certain that she would go on forever, and he hoped that Dr. Darling would do the same for an of them when the time came.
The good doctor had left only moments before, and Sylvie's tender left buttock felt a tingling soreness where he had stuck the hypodermic needle in. Yet, she felt relieved that within minutes she would have a complete change of mood. Shortly, she would be feeling happy again, and cheerful. She would be able to work out a solution to the obscene secret that lurked inside her. A combination of tranquilizing drugs and amphetamines was already surging through her system to enable her to cope with it all.
The young Irish maid walked carefully into the bedroom, carrying her tray before her. She had been with the Cassidys for a while now, having stayed on as Sylvie's personal maid after the tumultuous events at the Family Meeting Place in Grandville. She was happy living in Washington with the Senator and his wife, and she was pleased that Mrs. Cassidy seemed to actually like her now… whereas in the beginning she had never wanted her about, even though her puzzling young mistress never went so far as to fire her.
All that was in the past now, and Ella's main preoccupation at the moment was to hope that the fine chicken broth and hot buttered toast she had brought up for the Senator's wife would please her and make her feel better.
Sylvie smiled wanly at the girl, who to please Sylvie's mother-in-law was clad in a smart gray and white uniform. Sylvie hated uniforms, but Tim's mother had persuaded him that any senator worth his salt had a uniformed household staff. And when Tim agreed with his mother, there was nothing for Sylvie to do but
