been gracious enough to invite him to participate in the Cassidy shenanigans, and that was Sylvie Cassidy.
'Thank you, Mrs. Cassidy!' he said out loud now, looking up at the moaning young woman's defenselessly spread thighs and buttocks.
Sylvie jerked forward. It felt as if her loins were being rent in two.
The big thick shaft of the dildo still churned in her aching vagina, and its unwanted elongated twin ground ceaselessly upward into her lewdly impaled rectum. Somewhere inside the two blunt-edged rods of simulated male flesh were rubbing against each other, separated at the tip only by the thin partition of tight elastic flesh dividing her filled and tingling cunt and her burning anal entrance. She groaned in anguish, pulling hard against her shackles. She had never in her life felt anything remotely resembling this incredible dual ravishment. She was impaled brutally from both sides, and there was no escape from the excruciating torture.
Both the delicate feminine openings up between her thighs and buttocks were being unmercifully assaulted. She could feel her clitoris being pulled downward along with the other moist tissues of her slippery pussy with each upward thrust of the thick rubber dildoe into her cringing vagina. Giant waves of pain vibrated through every fiber of her cruelly skewered body as the synthetic penis ground deeper and deeper up into her unwilling flesh.
'Yes… do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!' Frank called up to her. The harder the struggling blonde wife's rectum tried to expel the gilded rubber cock, the harder he surged it up into her straining nether opening. The feeling in his own lust-swollen penis was incredible, and he gasped with sadistic pleasure, grinning widely to himself as he heard his former employer's wife groan with pain. It was what she deserved, he thought darkly. What they all deserved! To be defiled, fucked senseless by two good hard cocks!
The angelic pink and white exterior of Sylvie Cassidy was nothing but a front. Inside she was just like the rest of them… a rotten little tramp!
With long smooth strokes, he lunged the full length of his depraved invention in a punishing rhythm of debauchery far up into Sylvie's nakedly trapped back passage and into her streaming vagina, while above him Sylvie was forced to listen to the continuing sounds of pleasure emanating from the tape of her lewd submission to her ruthless young brother-in-law's hard male cock!
Her pain had now become a blinding force inside her, and her helpless body felt like an indecent object meant solely for the kind of hideous humiliation she was enduring right now. Never had she thought that she must pay not only for her own sins, but for the sins of an the Cassidys!
She only prayed that she would have the strength to endure it to the end… to emerge a semblance of her former self… that smiling cover-girl who was so admired by the inhabitants of the country and the world! It would have to end soon… it just had to! She sensed that she was prolonging her own torture by fighting it… that Frank was waiting for some sign of her submission before he would stop!
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
