Between Husband and Wife
(M+/F+, incest, blackmail)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

PART I

While inclining us to the soft affections of another time in our lives, the power of aristocracy seemed to authorize any individual, of either gender, to fall in love with any other, regardless of what would elsewhere be judged suitable and prudent. Accordingly, the tender passion was very rife among us in the Courtnay family.

Mason pulled he young maid down with him into the tall willowy grass of the sand dune. He'd carried her far enough away so that he knew they would not be disturbed, and the fact that she had come with him made him know that he could do what he wanted with her. He had actually known that all along. There were few maids who cared to resist him for one reason or another, and the reason was usually that he knew just how to get to them. He'd been watching this one ever since she came to the house. She was his sister-in-law Amanda's personal maid. And because Amanda gave her little to do, it appealed to him to take up a little of the young servant girl's time. She was not more than nineteen, dark haired and freckle-faced. What a little beauty. He'd gotten her out of the house in her full maid's regalia, that ridiculous gray and white outfit with the ruffled apron in front just like some old fashioned French maid. Mason knew that it was his mother, Trinity, who insisted that all the family servants dress this way, even though she had her own town house in Avalon and only came out to the nearby shore from time to time to check up on what was going on.

Mason pushed himself down over the faintly struggling girl's body and kissed first the nape of her neck, and then started pulling away the top of her uniform. It was easy enough to pull the zipper down and to spread the front of it so that he could touch and kiss her pale freckled shoulder. She giggled and protested, but his hands sought out the small round orbs of her breasts, beneath the prim little brassiere that she wore. Christ, he hadn't been with a girl who wore a bra in so long, it felt positively wicked! Suddenly, he knelt up and pulled her up to her knees in front of him.

"Beautiful!" he cried, "you are exquisite!"

"Mr. Courtnay, oh please!" The maid, Iris, was blushing and looking down into the sand before them. She wanted to run away, but yet she knew she couldn't. At the same time, she felt flattered that Mason Courtnay had been paying all this attention to her. For the past two weeks now he had been whispering compliments into her ear whenever he saw her about the house, and now today what with everyone gone and the others either resting in the blockade of rooms reserved for the servants or gone to town themselves for the day, and Mrs. Courtnay up in her room, he'd found her and taken her out to walk on the beach.

Iris thought about the letter she'd been writing to her boyfriend in the Army. When he returned they would be married. How wonderful that she had not gotten pregnant in spite of having given into him the night before his departure for Bosnia. She was not pregnant and no one would know of the evil thing she had done. It had, after all, been very quick, and she'd scarcely felt a thing, except the initial pain and then a few quick thrusts and she'd waited and then Johnny told her that it was over. Mason Courtnay had told her she could finish writing the letter later, that a beautiful day like today wouldn't wait for them to enjoy it, and now here she was.

He was so strong, so good-looking and his fingers seemed to burn her skin wherever he touched her. He was like a young god kneeling before her, and she felt unaccountably lowly and ashamed in his presence. She also felt a strength of emotion at his insistent nearness, his touching and his kissing that she could not remember ever feeling with her boyfriend, Johnny. She felt herself beginning to tremble even though the sun was very warm as Mason began to peel away her uniform. Bit by bit it was being taken off of her there in broad daylight. Even though there was no one about for miles she seemed to feel eyes on her. Everyone would see her, know what she had done. But she remained limp, unable to understand why she did not stop the young master of the house. He was famous... they were all famous and they brought all those wonderful people she had only seen in magazines to the house, and now she was here alone with him, and he wanted to be with her! Mason's hands smoothed downward pushing her short dress down along her torso until it rode around the young girl's full rounded hips. Then he pulled it all the way down treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, her almost schoolgirl attitude as her semi-nakedness was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon she was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and her high heeled pumps. Her dark curly hair blew in the wind as ashamed, the young girl avoided his stare. The soft nakedly trembling protusions of her breasts now freed from the enclosing fabric of her cotton brassiere seemed to be just waiting for Mason's lips to take the brown nipples in like ripe berries that he would suck for a long while. Mason ran his hands up the length of Iris's calves, letting the thin skin of her nylon stockings sing beneath his fingers until he touched the nakedness of her fully rounded thins and then her panties and then her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and pulled them down exposing a gently rounded belly with deeply inset navel and then as he continued rolling the nylon material, the dark twining curls of the servant girl's pussy hair became evident.

"Ah!" Mason cried, feeling his hunger for the little teenager mounting by the second. Iris squirmed and began to whimper. "No... no... oh, pleassseee don't, Mr. Courtnay!"

But they both knew that it was too late for that sort of thing and she did not protest as he slid down both her panties and stockings which were attached together by snaps.

Iris felt cold now that she was naked and she felt her entire body begin to quake. Mason had replaced her high heels upon her naked feet and she felt utterly strange... dreamlike, sitting there in the sand with him like that. She felt it couldn't be really happening to her, and yet she knew it was, and Mason Courtnay was undressing in front of her, moving with an urgency that frightened her. His hard and muscular body stood tensed and naked before her within seconds and she found herself staring at the hard pounding weapon of his penis. It was nine and a half inches long and fiercely red, the bloated tip fully emerged from the thick foreskin as the sturdy vein covered shaft bobbed expectantly before her.

The teenaged girl uttered a cry, her eyes big as saucers as she stared mesmerized at the lewd sight of her employer's masculinity.

"Like it?" Mason inquired, his voice thick with lust as he moved toward her.


The snow white curtains billowed inward as the sea breeze blew against them, and Amanda lay on her side in bed watching the clear blue sky that showed through the open glass panes. She could feel the emptiness of the big house downstairs, and the vast upstairs bedrooms that flanked hers were empty, tool she knew. The young woman sighed and turned over on her back staring up now at the unmarred surface of the high white ceiling above her. Her long blonde hair lay spread behind her on the pillow creating a frame for her softly availed face with its finely chiseled features. In her white cotton beach robe, a long, simply cut gown that covered her swimsuit clad nakedness beneath, Amanda looked like a fairy tale princess come to life. It was a look that her husband had loved in her, that he had in fact required of her.

"You'd look just perfect in the oval room of the White House!" he'd told her once, "and I intend to see you there often!"

Amanda could feel her heart beating, and could hear the inner sound of her blood rushing through her veins, pounding at her temples.

"I should have gone with him!" she said suddenly out loud, her voice breaking into the lazy silence of the room. Amanda sat up and moved toward the door. She couldn't stand a moment longer in the room alone. It was too dreadful having Tom away, hundreds of miles away from her. She couldn't even stand to imagine him, speaking to all those people campaigning in all those small towns in the northern part of the province. She knew what it was like to see all those faces turned toward you, some with admiration, but others with suspicion and curiosity. That feeling of being touched, clutched at as she walked through the density of the crowds, or passed them in a slow motorcade. Tom Courtnay was not even Minister yet, but the crowd sensed that he soon would be; that they in effect would be the ones to elect him and see that he got the position. From Provincial Magistrate of Avalon to Minister was not an unusual step, but for such a young man, and so good-looking it was exceptional. They knew a winner when they saw one, all right! That was the feeling throughout the province, and with the election a few short months away the campaign was in full swing.

Amanda's long, tanned legs felt just a bit unsteady as she hurried down the stairs. Somewhere in a separate part of the house there were servants, and she fervently hoped they would remain there. She did not want to have to face another one of them that day. She knew that behind their pleasant subservient expressions they were watching her coldly, probably thinking dreadful things about her. She was sure that they talked about her, too; they probably knew that Tom hadn't touched her in weeks. Servants always knew such things, of that she was sure. Amanda felt a familiar aching in her loins as she walked barefoot across the tiled terrace after traversing the big heavily furnished living room. The tiles were burning hot from the August sun and she ran to reach the smooth grassy lawn that continued for a way behind the house and finally turned into the tall grass of the dunes that signaled she had arrived at the beach. She looked back at the big sprawling house. The Family "Meeting place" the papers called it, and of course they were right. At any one time it was not unusual for the house to be filled with not only Tom and herself, but Tom's two bachelor brothers, Harcourt and Mason, and their various school buddies and girlfriends. Not to mention the mother of them all, Trinity Courtnay, who was apt to pop in for a week's stay with her sons at any moment.

It was nothing at all like ordinary married life, Amanda thought for the millionth time as she felt her feet sinking into the sand which was hot, but not unbearably so. The house was comparatively empty now. Only Mason, the youngest of the three brothers was around somewhere, Harcourt, the middle brother, having gone along on the trip with Tom, in his capacity as campaign manager. It was a tight knit little family, and sometimes Amanda wondered if she would ever really fit into it. She felt she stuck out like a sore thumb, and on more than one occasion each member of the family let her know that so far she was not working out as they had hoped when she married Tom in a glittering ceremony only a year before.

Tom, too, had told her of this, and they had had a bigger argument than usual just before his departure for this provincial swing. He had counted on her coming. "Those housewives up there want to see what my wife looks like," he'd yelled at her, "and there's a bunch of school children in Rocky Harbour waiting to present you with flowers or something. What do you mean, you can't come?"

"I just can't, Tom. Not this time. I just have to stay home this time!" That was what she had told him, and finally it had been arranged that she would stay. She'd seen him and his brother, Harcourt, off at the airport, and all the cameras had filmed her smiling and radiant as usual, and she'd returned to the real emptiness of her life.

Harcourt had told her with a terse smile before dying her a peck on the cheek, "This province is dying to elect a Minister that looks like he really gets laid, baby, and you're our ticket to ride. Get some rest and shape up, huh?"

The words still burned like hot coals in her mind, even now as she walked along the waters edge, the water from the bay spraying at her toes, and her long dress whipping against the smooth curvaceous contours of her body, outlining the details of her firm breasts, and the sensuous line of her hips and thighs. They were all counting heavily on the young sexy image of the family to appeal to the hearts and minds of the populace. The current Province Minister was a diligent and much revered white haired gentleman, but his advanced age was not working for him in this election. Amanda knew from what the columnists wrote about her that she was very much in favor not only with the press but with the average man on the street as well. Her husband Tom and his brother Harcourt would often gloat over some particularly favorable article about her, as though it had nothing to do with her. The way she looked was 90 percent of it, and she was born that way, tall and well proportioned, with a natural poise that announced that she was happy in her own skin. Beneath the femininity of her appearance, one guessed at a healthy athleticism that marked her as a true Canadian girl.

Photos of Amanda Courtnay playing tennis or water skiing were freely circulated throughout the nation, and she was heralded as the most photogenic news item since Hillary Clinton was in the United States' White House. It was not truly easy for Amanda to endure the meetings with newspaper men, or the full day type interviews with TV reporters such as Evan McBride of the Good Morning Show, but somehow her winning smile and seemingly self-assured manner got her through every time. No one ever guessed at her deep dissatisfaction... no one that is but her husband and his brothers. As for Tom's mother, Trinity, she had known right away and had opposed the marriage from the very beginning, warning her son that Amanda might look like first lady caliber, but in essence was still nothing but a "shopkeeper's daughter from the sticks." There was a thinly disguised hatred between the two women that went far beyond the ordinary friction between mother-in-law and wife. Amanda stopped and looked around her. There was nothing but clear sky with little puffs of white clouds here and there, the calm of the ocean and the sandy beach stretching for miles in each direction. She had already gone a great distance from the house, and it was a small speck on the horizon. Already she felt relieved, and she lifted her slender arms and pulled her beach robe up over her head, revealing the splendor of her long full thighs, then the large vee of her white bikini briefs that just barely covered the secret triangle of her hidden pussy in front, and in back showed the top of the deep cleft of Amanda's dimpled buttocks. Her bare midriff appeared, and finally, the twin mounds of her gently quivering breasts cupped underneath in the white cloth of her bathing suit top. It was a bathing suit that Tom had forbidden her to wear, even at times when she was sure she would not be seen, like now. Cameras with telescopic lenses were forever lurking in the most unexpected places, he warned, and besides, I don't want anyone to know that you are that good-looking.

The flattering remark had made Amanda want to do as Tom asked she recalled now, as she flaunted her near nakedness to the winds of the sea. But if he thought she was so beautiful, why didn't he show more interest in her himself? She had deliberately decided to wear the suit today, as though by doing so she might get back at him for his lack of desire for her neglected body. Even with a schedule as hectic as her husband's Amanda knew that there was always a little bit of time for loving. She remembered well the times when they were first married when Tom would never tire of her, and his strong brown body would gather her softness into him again and again morning, noon and night, and she would wrap her trembling legs thirstily around his back, accepting his nakedness against her willingly wide held thighs, feeling the hardness of his rampant cock insinuating itself deep, deep into her womanly cunt, worming ever upward until she could hardly breath it felt so good! Amanda took a deep breath now, her entire body remembering, wanting to feel him again between her legs, to know the thrilling weight of him over her, crushing her breasts back against her chest. A violent thrill raced through her belly, culminating among the softly throbbing folds of her tenderly nestled blonde pussy in a wrench of yearning that was so intense it made her cry out. A sea gull looked at her curiously and she continued her slow paced walking along the edge of the surf, feeling filled with desire that she knew could not be fulfilled for at least two days when her husband would return to the family house. And even then, Amanda was not certain that she would be able to focus her ambitious Minister-to-be's attention sufficiently upon her neglected charms to bring about the love-making that she needed. The whole thing made her so sad that the bright seascape before her blurred as she felt tears coming to her eyes.

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into!" her father had said when she had announced to him that she and Tom Courtnay would marry.

"Of course, Dad!" she'd replied impatiently. She was looking forward to the excitement of it all, and then just going on 23, she felt fully capable of handling whatever the future had in store for her. Just out of college, she'd been working a year in the Province Capitol, in Tom Courtnay's office. Her pay was nominal but the glamour of working in the Provincial Magistrate's office had more than made up for that. It was easy to share an apartment with one of her fellow workers and to get by in the big city on her salary. Her father, of course, had never really forgiven her for not taking him up on his offer to come work at the department store in the small town of Grand Windsor where she had been brought up. He had visualized that one day she would succeed him as head of the store, a position which held a great deal of prestige in Grand Windsor.

Amanda bent to pick up a sea shell, and nearby saw others that she liked even better. She began to collect them, trying to ignore the straining, hollow sensation in her loins that had begun to plague her. She had thought she knew what she was getting into. Tom had carefully explained to her that it would be difficult, that his work schedule would be three times that of any ordinary husband, that she herself would be expected to show a perfection that most wives would find impossible, that her own duties would grow as his position in the province and perhaps later in the country grew. Her words in public would always have to be perfectly measured so that they would never reflect poorly upon him, or betray a political stance that was not correct.

"Oh, yes, Tom, I'm up to it!" she'd replied and then later, in his arms, she'd been certain of it, more certain than ever. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!!" she'd cried as his sweating nakedness glistened against hers, their bodies slipping and sliding against each other, tormenting and fulfilling each lustful request the other had; Tom's rock-hard penis thrusting high into her tightly clenching, smoothly gyrating cunt.

Never once had she envisioned the loss of those carnal joys with her ardent young husband. Never had she thought about what it would be like to have to be perfect and follow all those rigid schedules without the dark tangle of his limbs with hers to bolster each day and give her strength for any task. She had never suspected that the cool hostility of her 36-year old husband's younger brothers would disturb her so, or that they could be so cruel to the woman that their brother had selected to marry. The frosty exchanges with her mother-in-law might have been tolerable were it not for the fact that her husband in every instance advised her to give in to the older woman, and more than once told her point blank that Trinity was right, and she was wrong. Daily, since the long arduous campaign for Minister had begun, Amanda had grown more and more disillusioned with the powerful machine that was thrusting her husband into office. The ideals that Tom had seemed to stand for were turning into nothing but political fodder for the machine, and Amanda herself was sometimes doubtful about her own motivations, or just what her real feelings were on what the newspapers called "the pertinent issues."

In private Tom showed a good humor toward his two brothers' blatantly uncaring attitudes toward such issues as the labor movement, the poor, the Irish, and corporate mergers. They planned their campaign for Tom so as to carefully avoid stepping on the wrong toes, and they were willing to wheel and deal at almost any cost to get the votes. Amanda often had to contain herself as her husband accepted yet another deal that Harcourt had set up by giving his ruthless brother a pat on the back. As for Mason, the youngest, he too was a lawyer, or at least had an office in Avalon and his name up on the door with Harcourt's, but as for practicing, Amanda had never known him to spend more than a few days a week at the office. The playboy of the family, he was more content with enjoying the privileges of the family money. (Trinity Courtnay had married Wilbert Courtnay, the now deceased oil millionaire some fifty years before.) And he made it a point to date some of the prettiest starlets that Hollywood had to offer. Amanda had met many of them and had been curiously unimpressed by their beautiful faces and their outsized measurements. She had tried to get Tom to ask his little brother Mason to refrain from going into sordid and crude details about his love life with her, but Tom had told her not to be a prude and to humor Mason by listening politely. Nevertheless, Amanda found the young 23-year old to be the most odious person she had ever met, and she despised the very sight of him, with his casual good looks, his blonde hair, just like his older brother Tom and Harcourt's difficult to keep combed, always falling attractively in his eyes.

And that horrible way he had of coming up to her from behind and whispering into her ear.

"Know something?" he confided, cheerfully, "Janis Bromwell sucks cock like a real trooper. Had to finally jerk it out of her mouth before there was nothing left of it!"

This was a typical lewd statement, and Amanda felt a ripple of revulsion as she thought of it and other equally untoward remarks the youngest brother of the "clan" had made to her in reference to his latest conquest. Amanda turned and walked higher onto the dunes, still walking away from the house. She hoped to walk until sundown, when she could at last count the long day as being officially over. The following day she had several appointments and then the day after that, Tom would come back home again.


Iris began to mindlessly shake her head from side to side as Mason bent over her. Underneath her bare back she could feel the shifting sand grinding into her sensitive skin. She was so frightened that she felt frozen to the spot. How had she ever gotten herself into this? But then his chest was pressing against her nakedly quivering breasts and pushing against her so hard that she was pressed deeper and deeper into the sand. All lucid thoughts were being erased from her mind. This familiar man, one of the brothers of the Courtnay family was really a total stranger to her. She had never once dared to think of him like this, flushed with desire, naked, his nakedness touching her, pushing against her! His mouth crushed against her parted lips, and she had one last thought of her boyfriend, off fighting in the war, somewhere in danger at the very moment perhaps while she.... Mason's tongue entered her mouth and suddenly she swallowed it hungrily, feeling excitement building inside her shivering body. The young blonde lawyer was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Iris knew that within moments she would be penetrated by that fearsome looking instrument she had seen between his legs. When she had been with Johnny that one night she hadn't even seen him... he'd spared her that! But now, she knew, in fact she could already feel its hardness against one of her thighs. Would it ever fit inside her? Oh lord, does he think that I'm some experienced whore, she wondered?

His heavy legs were pressing against hers now and he shifted upward letting the fiery pole of his desire-hardened cock pulse against her flat white belly.

"I... I've only done it once before!!!" she blurted out suddenly, and she was startled by his response. At first he looked surprised and then he flung his head back and laughed a few short peals of laughter that made a coughing sound in his throat. Brusquely, he stopped, and his face mirroring his lewd intentions, Mason Courtnay whispered to the girl, "There's always a second time. You'll like it... you'll see!"

With one sudden movement, Iris's legs were being parted by his leg and the rubbery head of Mason's pulsating cock was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her dark-haired pussy.

"OH!" It moved up and down and back and forth slowly within the moist confines of the young girl's seeping cunt until Iris heard herself moan and call out his name. "Ooooh... mmmisss... mister Courtnay!" she cried, and the young lawyer in his conceit did not bother to tell her to call him by his first name. It simply wasn't necessary.

Iris's unprotected secret passage began to sense what it could be like to feel that burning, sliding cock rising inside her soft almost unused pussy. She wanted it! she realized with a certainty that alarmed her. She had finally truly come to the bad end her mother had long ago predicted for her when she was caught up in the attic playing doctor with the neighbor's son. Yes... she wanted it! In spite of all her upbringing and going to church every Sunday and Johnny off fighting in the war. She wanted him so badly that she felt she would scream for him to hurry any moment! His hands were moving, working steadily at her soft naked breasts and they felt raw and swollen. That was all that seemed to exist of her now... her stinging yearning breasts and the moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of her employer's swollen cock as it rubbed obscenely against her tiny tight slit, creating an unbearably increasing friction.

"OH OH OH OH OH OH OH!" she chanted, squirming down into the shifting sand. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher, trying to get a release from the torment he was creating inside her, but Mason's lust-hardened cock continued to tease the young teenage maid's tormented hairy pussy until wildly, she began to claw at his naked back.

"Oh... please... I can't stand it... I can't stand it!" she cried in a raspy voice that made Mason's hair stand on end.

He was sweating profusely, and every muscle in his eager lean body was tensed toward the moment that was to come. The thick rubbery head of his desire-bloated penis stopped its incessant rubbing between Iris's soft fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her wide-spread seeping pussy. Hastily, his hands went underneath her legs drawing them up so that they splayed outward and nestled for comfort upon his back, her high heels digging for support.

"CHRIST!" he exclaimed. "There was really nothing better on earth than pussy!" he thought, as he let his swollen penis part the sparse black pubic hairs and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded the tiny pussy opening, burrowing, sliding, and at last finding just the right central place.

His muscles started jerking involuntarily as he began to push and push hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there opening up, giving against his driving hardness, the petal-like lips parting as the little hairy mouth between her pale open thighs gave way unwillingly in one sudden thrust. Mason rammed halfway up inside the trembling, almost virginal passage of the young maid's tightly-held cunt.

"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" she cried out in pain. She had never felt anything like it. She thought that she had been split apart down there by the enormous hard circumference of the thrusting penis. Absurdly, she wondered how any woman could take such a thing inside her. And then the wealthy young man was moving higher inside her already torn and pain-filled passage and she started crying and begging him to stop. She couldn't believe that he wasn't paying the least bit of attention to her that he just kept right on grinding the impossible hardness of his cock straight into her, enjoying the pressure of her tightly clenching vaginal muscles as they rippled involuntarily in wet torment around his huge penis.

"OH NO OH NO OH NO... IT'S TOO BIG... NO NO NO!!!"

But Mason had decided that he couldn't stop now no matter what. He knew that he was hurting the little servant girl but he also knew that chances were she would begin to enjoy it before long. In any case, it felt too good for him to stop himself now! The tenderness of the girl's inexperienced inner pussy was wrapped elastic-like around his churning, tingling cock, as grunting loudly he pushed it all the way to the end of her tightly resisting cuntal passage. With a moan, he rocked his full weight against the sobbing young girl splitting her flailing legs wide apart and arching his cock upward inside her.

He was dimly aware of her fists pounding at his back and face, but he could only grab onto her cushiony white buttocks, separating the already parted loaves of flesh still further and pulling Iris's loins up still higher to meet his engorged cock's need.

"OKAY? baby... OKAY... I'm gonna fuck you... fuck you good and hard!"


Amanda started to turn away. She was horrified to have stumbled upon the wildly copulating couple right there in the grass on the open dunes. At first she really couldn't believe that that was what they were doing, but then of course there was no room for doubt after the initial shock had worn off. She ran a few steps away from them, holding her hand over her mouth as though to stifle an unuttered scream. And then she stopped and stood motionless. From where she stood she could still hear them going at it back there, moaning and groaning and making wet, lewd sounds. How had she not heard if before? She had walked right up upon them, totally engrossed in her own thoughts and problems, and in fact she might have stumbled over them if she had not finally noticed in time!

"Oh, god, it's so awful!" she thought, bitter that she had to be exposed to such a sight, when she was already distraught enough as it were. It was only after she had stood there for a moment longer that Amanda knew that just what was so awful about it. She had not seen their faces at all, but the golden yellow hair was terribly familiar to her. Everyone of the Courtnay boys had it, from her husband right on down to Mason.

"MASON!" The name fairly exploded in her brain. It was Mason back there with some girl. Going at it like animals in broad daylight! At first she thought she was going to be sick right then and there, her stomach gave such a turn, but the bad moment passed, and Amanda turned back toward the scene of her brother-in-law's passion. Later she was to wonder just what motivated her return to that lustful scene, but at the time, she felt moved by her own righteous indignation to stop them. Yet when the offending couple came into view once more, their total nakedness and involvement with each other, the fact they were totally oblivious to her intruding presence, made her stand motionless above them, watching their private act with undisguised curiosity. Within the next few moments, her heart beating wildly, and her breath coming in short little gasps, Amanda recognized the young girl who was her own private maid, Iris, groaning and straining, her face almost unrecognizable as she struggled beneath Mason's impaling body. Mason worked his hips up, kneeling into the young girl and using her long trembling legs like a wheelbarrow. Big drops of his sweat fell from his forehead onto the girl's quivering white belly. Her pale nakedness gleamed in the still bright sunshine as Iris ceased all resistance. Stunned and panic stricken, she knew that she was powerless to stop what amounted to an attack at this point. Strange and horrible thoughts ran through her mind... he was just using her... using her body the way the priests in the Church warned. He was an evil, evil man who was only venting his lusts on her!

Then suddenly, Mason pulled his rock hard penis halfway out of Iris's cringing pussy, and the young maid was amazed to feel the first twinges of pleasure shooting about in her stretched vaginal passage. His rigid cock had been touching every section of her secret pussy, filling up every blessed spot of her cunt! Her tight, little used pussy still felt the pain, but now there was pleasure too. Above her, Mason paused a moment, and then slid back in with a grunt landing on top of her with full force. As her head and torso skidded against the sand beneath her, she cried out like a wounded cat, but this time her battered and wide-held pussy responded with an unexpected pleasure so keen that it took the little maid completely by surprise. It felt good! It actually felt good. And when he started pounding against her it felt better and better, until each thrust of her devil-may-care young employer's heavy cock into her open wet pussy created an astounding combination of pain and accumulating desire that increased by the second! Iris whimpered and moaned, this time feeling a total awareness of the erotic power of her naked body as it molded unashamedly to him.

Watching from her stance a few feet above them, Amanda felt a peculiar sensation; first in her throat, constricting it so that she thought she was choking, then it shifted down to her already sensation wracked loins, where she felt the terrible emptiness of her secret pussy. A stabbing thunderbolt of desire rose within her as she felt her tingling cunt begin a surreptitious seeping against its hairy outer lips and unconsciously her hand went down to touch the triangular mound of her pussy which lay hidden beneath her tightly outlining bikini bathing suit bottom. Mason thrust into the moistly contracting cuntal passage that fit his thrusting cock like a tight glove. Making odd grunting noises that expanded into the fading day around them, he kneaded the smooth full moons of Iris's jiggling buttocks in his nervous fingers. The highly aroused teenager was being skewered hard down into the beige sand, helplessly impaled by the lawyer's ramming prick.

"OOOOoooohhhh AAAHHH AH AH AH AH AHHHHH!" she responded, as Mason's handsome face grew purplish from the full rage of his desire, and he fucked into her clinging, wetly sucking pussy with long even strokes. Amanda's maid was forbidden fruit, he thought crudely and fucking her was even better than getting any of the others in the house. What's more she was a good piece of tail, and he was certain that this wouldn't be the last time he'd be getting a taste of it!

Beneath her callous seducer, Iris was experiencing the most exciting moments she had ever known. She knew that she was being used, but somehow the knowledge of Mason Courtnay's total disregard for her was creating a seething fire within her inexperienced loins that made her respond with her entire being. Great tides of desire rose and fell within her as she writhed incessantly beneath his grinding pounding nakedness. His swollen and inflamed member reached the furthermost depth of her defenseless genitals, creating lewd smacking noises as his swinging sperm-filled testicles slapped counter-rhythmically against Iris's naked wet buttocks. She could hear him above her chanting wicked, dirty words that only made her feel a greater and greater lust twisting throughout her overwhelmed body.

"Oh you cunt... you sweet whore... fuck back, you bitch! Lemme fuck it like THAT!! I know you like it HARD! You CUNT!"

The obscene words whipped through her as Mason bent her back so far that she thought she would break in two, pushing her legs back over her head so that she was bent almost double. But the pleasure she was knowing was so great that all remnants of pain were relegated to the background as other lewd and lascivious sensations took the upper hand! She had seen those pictures of women driven mad through copulation with the devil, and she now knew what it was like. His fingers were at her trembling young breasts again and he was holding on tight, rocking back and forth into the wide spread plane of her upturned pussy.

Above them, a tormented expression marring her fine sensitive features, Amanda clasped one hand to her breasts and the other to the titillated mound of her hidden pussy. Her long tanned legs were slightly parted, and despite the revulsion she knew she ought to be feeling, she felt herself prey to the most acute desire she had ever known. And it was inspired by the abandoned love-making of her brother-in-law with her maid! She had slipped into another world, one in which identities were lost and she was someone other than herself, watching two people she did not know... two people who were free enough to abandon themselves to the unrestrained animalistic behavior she had been watching all this time.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH" the young maid sang out, feeling Mason's lean hot body pressing nakedly down on hers now while the tautly stretched flesh of her buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in midair as her besieged cuntal muscles began to contract and vibrate with an urgency that would not be denied. A series of spasms took hold of the teenager as the blonde lawyer's driving cock sped upward into her, pushing each trembling fold of her vaginal walls steadily back, massaging her internally with each withdrawal. He brought his stone-like cock all the way out of her, leaving just the big blood swollen head at the entrance and then with all his might rammed back into Iris's streaming pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed bucking wildly up against his savage thrust. Above her Mason crooned with delight, knowing that she was starting her orgasm. Gasping for air, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of Amanda's maid's soft hair surrounded pussy, watching as he did so the way his surging cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching pink aperture of the girl's straining pussy. His balls ached painfully as she began to grunt out words of encouragement to him, and he knew that he too was going to cum. His throbbing cock was filled with a hundred hot sparks and a total exhilaration dominated him as he rode into the keening child-woman that he had seduced on the dunes. She was his... still another softly clinging cunt was his, and his sperm cried out within his halls begging for release into the dark streaming pit of Iris's belly.

Amanda could see the end coming for both of them, and yet she was powerless to move. She stood trembling like a leaf in the wind knowing that one touch... one real touch of her finger... there inside her bathing suit would be enough to release a full flood of orgasm from her desire racked loins! She could feel her fingers being undeniably drawn there to that hot seeping spot where her tiny clitoris twitched nervously among the silken folds of Amanda's blonde pussy. The entire lower half of her exquisitely proportioned body was unduly agitated and the expression on her face would have been frightening to anyone who had seen it, as slowly but surely her fingers spread downward from the heat of her naked belly under the tight elastic of her white bathing-suit to touch and part the soft satiny threads of her cunt hairs.

"SSSSsssssss!" she hissed drawing the breath inward between her teeth. Her well manicured index finger touched the little pin prick of pure sensation there at the top of her fully aroused pussy, and created bursting sparks of flame that spread all through her system.

Her eyes were glued to the lewd spectacle of climax there in the gully of the dunes, as her brother-in-law and her maid reached a searing culmination of their mutual lusts, moaning and groaning together as though suffering the fires of the damned.

Iris expanded into the full frenzy of her orgasm, her entire body curling and arching nakedly beneath Mason's hardness, her face distorted with passion as a steady wailing scream spewed forth from her wide open mouth She clung to the young lawyer's back with both hands and dug her high heels into his sides, beating them against him as she danced upwards and gyrated in lewd circles beneath him. Her steaming hot vaginal wall clung to the over-hard piston of Mason's cock that filled her so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light spread through her throbbing wildly throughout every pore of her body. She was falling blissfully into a star dazzled night, shattering and being made whole at the same time as the pleasure giving cock created a living orgasm within her.

"OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooohhhhhh!" she wailed pitifully, her eyes unseeing as they registered her spasmodic delights.

Iris's legs quivered in mid-air for a few moments, and then Amanda saw her brother-in-law quicken his pace at the last, ramming into the young servant girl with short hard strokes that kept her inner explosion working for a long time. Every sinew of his tanned and muscular body was tight, especially those of his arms and neck as he bellowed out his final cry, and Amanda saw him thrust his climaxing cock so high into the wailing maid that he lifted her clear off the sand dune. Then they fell back to the ground in a limp exhausted mass.

Amanda felt like screaming as her thrusting and rubbing finger electrified the delicate membrane of her excited cunt. But through her clenched teeth there came a low toned hum as the quickly mounting sensations promised to give her an immediate release! She was cumming... cumming certainly and suddenly. Her loins tensed to receive the flood of long-awaited pleasure, as round and round her fingers twirled, letting the tormenting desire drenching prickles of orgasm fill the darkness that had been inside her with a shining white bright light.

"MMMMMMMMMMnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNN!" she grunted, as her entire body jerked and trembled in lewd recognition of the powerful forces that controlled it.

She did not know how long she had been standing there before when with a sinking feeling she suddenly opened her eyes. There, her own clear blue eyes met the lighted blue of her husband's brother, as he looked up at her from the nakedly twisted body of the maid beneath him. His deflated cock still lay implanted within the moist heated channel of Iris's dark-hair covered pussy, and on his face was the most horrible expression that Amanda had ever seen. A terrible sarcastic smile played about his lips as his eyes probed Amanda's in a look of recognition that chilled her to the marrow of her bones. Shamefully sapped and left trembling by her self-induced orgasm, Amanda uttered a cry and turned away, running blindly down the dunes and fleeing across the sand as quickly as she could go. She left her beach robe on the dunes behind her, and with panic filling her lungs she headed toward the house.


"Please fasten your seat belts. We are about to land at St. John's Airport. Please observe the no smoking sign, and remain in your seats until Captain Redfern has brought the plane to a complete stop. We thank you for flying with Jetway and hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again." There followed a strident noise as the stewardess did something wrong with her speaker and then finally got it turned off correctly.

It was only the second time that Marli Pruitt had flown in an airplane, and she wondered if she would be doing a lot of traveling now that she was going to stay with her cousin Amanda in her big house by the shore just outside of Avalon. Amanda had often mentioned in her letters the possibility of Marli's coming to help with the management of the large sprawling "Courtnay Family Meeting House," but Marli had carefully guarded herself from believing that one day it might come true. It seemed too much to hope for that she would really leave the small town of Grand Windsor where both she and Amanda had been brought up together to circulate in the exciting world of Ton Courtnay and his family! Yet there she was now, about to do just that, and the attractive 26-year old brunette could hardly contain the mounting nervousness and excitement that she felt. When she had gotten Amanda's call two days before, she had been only too glad to reply that, yes, she could "drop everythin'," as Amanda had put it and fly to Avalon immediately to take up her new duties. Amanda had sounded quite different and very serious on the phone, unlike the laughing carefree girl Marli had grown up with. But Marli understood that it was probably quite a job to take care of all the things Amanda did, and she was only too glad to go and help out. Marli looked out of the window as the airplane started its steep descent toward the airport of the capitol city of the Province. Amanda's words rang in her head as she looked at the tall buildings rising in the distance, and there further on the extending shoreline where she would soon be living with her cousin and the Courtnays.

"I must have somebody close to me whom I can trust!" she'd said. "If you could just manage the house and the servants, I would be ever so grateful!"

Marli recalled with some pleasure how shocked Amanda's father had been when she had told him she would no longer be working at the department store. Max Pruitt was more than an uncle to her, he had been really more like a father for she had been raised along with Amanda after her father had died. Amanda's mother had been a gentle mother to both girls but now she too was gone, and only the old man remained. Nice as he was, Marli nonetheless was happy to get away from the stifling influence of the small town and especially the small specialized world of the department store. Marli hoped that she would never have to spend more than five minutes within the wall of the three-storied building again. The plane touched down, and Marli felt thrilled as her body was pressed against the seat and the plane raced down the runway. She was conscious and critical of her entire body, going over in her mind once more the other choices she might have made as to what to wear for her initial arrival at her cousin's house. A soft beige linen-type suit was what she was wearing, its length just below her knees as the latest fashions seemed to indicate, although she wasn't quite sure at all, since the other women on the plane all seemed to be wearing short skirts as though there had been no drop in the hem-line at all. If necessary, she decided, she would pull her skirt up to her waist; after all, her legs were one of her best features, she knew, and she did not mind showing them off.

Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a cool knot behind her head, and Marli knew that her complexion would withstand the most rigorous scrutiny. And she was good-looking and she knew it. If she had her way, she might have made her chin just a bit less prominent, but as it was it gave her face a strength of character that matched that which she had inside her. Marli was strong willed and knew that she would be able to get what she wanted in life if given the right chances. Well, Amanda was giving her a chance right now. "This is it!" she told herself fiercely, as the plane taxied to a halt. She was out in the real world at last. Her heart was thumping as she began to shuffle toward the exit of the plane with the other passengers. There was only one thing that bothered her. How would she react to such close proximity to him? She had tried to get over it, reminding herself that her long-time crush on the young district attorney, Tom Courtnay, was just that... a schoolgirl crush, based on newspaper clippings and the TV. It had been going on long before Amanda went to Avalon to work for him, and then a year later married him! Marli had met him only once at the wedding, and then she had been so overwhelmed, so touched by her cousin's great happiness and good fortune that she had no room for jealousy in her heart. She still felt that way really, but the strength of her crush on Tom Courtnay was still in full force and she could not help worrying. Would her lips tremble where she spoke to him? Would her voice break? She would have to do her very best to control her feelings and to get over her silly and childish emotions!

She emerged from the plane in her turn, blinking and squinting in the harsh autumn sunlight. Were her cousin and her famous husband standing somewhere across the field in that group of people watching her at that very moment? The thought made her feel momentarily faint, and she almost tripped upon the metal stairs that descended from the airplane. She felt herself being caught by a pair of strong hands, and as she turned, an intimate link had been forged between her and the stranger behind her.

"Are you all right?" he inquired, looking at her intently. His hands were warm and secure upon her arms and she felt undeniably weak, in fact in need of his reassuring presence. But, she assured the handsome man who had been a passenger on the same plane that she was fine, and with some difficulty she turned away from him, after saying thank you, thereby letting him know that she had nothing further to say.

The incident was unsettling, and Marli sensed an unprecedented turmoil within herself, a turmoil that this small event had pointed out to her, showing her in a way that there was some weak spot within her that made her susceptible. She did not want to admit what she considered to be a failing within herself, however, and as she walked briskly toward the waiting crowd at the terminal, she readied her most self-assured smile. She was after all the girl who knew her own mind, who had turned down more than one proposal back in Grand Windsor. Offers of marriage from young men that other girls in town would give anything to get their hands on, but who were lacking in Marli's critical eye. Why get married right off the bat to some know-nothing small town boy? All this time she had been saving up to go to Avalon, where she had planned on getting herself a luxurious apartment followed by a job, any job at all, she would be able to coast on her savings, and she had counted on her cousin Amanda's help in introducing her to some really eligible men.

Now of course all that was changed, and for the better. Marli would soon be meeting more of the right people than she had ever dreamed, and life was going to be full of adventure from now on in! A brisk young woman greeted Marli and led her through the crowd of milling people into the airport. Together, they waited for the baggage to descend from a moving ramp and when Marli's new leather suitcase appeared, the woman arranged for a porter to carry it outside the modern terminal building to a waiting limousine. The woman had introduced herself as Amanda's secretary, and Marli was so impressed that she was speechless. She had forgotten just what great status her little cousin Amanda had these days, and her heart thumped loudly as she spotted the ominous looking limousine with its drawn curtains. She and the secretary were ushered in by a politely smiling chauffeur and there in the womb like interior of the big Volvo, Marli came face to face with her cousin. The two women embraced and Marli was surprised to see tears come to Amanda's eyes as the limousine started up without so much as a jerk.

In fact, the elegant young woman who sat next to her in the comfortable posh cushions of the back seat, bore little resemblance to the outgoing, happy-go-lucky girl who had been like a sister to her. Her features seemed pale and drawn, and although the younger girl had replaced her sunglasses, Marli thought that she looked as if she had been crying a great deal. Perhaps it was her imagination, though she couldn't be sure. But Amanda's whole manner was nervous and withdrawn, despite her exclamation of joy at seeing her older cousin again.

"You have no idea how glad I am that you're here," Amanda told her as they whizzed through the outskirts of Avalon. They had stopped to let Amanda's secretary off at the downtown campaign offices where she worked answering the multitude of mail that had been pouring in addressed to Mrs. Tom Courtnay, and where she organized Amanda's speaking schedule and acted as intermediary between her and the press; and now the two cousins were alone in the vast back seat of the speeding car, separated from the chauffeur by a glass partition.

"I'm ready to start helping right away!" Marli said eagerly, wondering just where her secret idol, her cousin's husband, was at the moment.

As though reading her mind, Amanda gazed absentmindedly out the window and said, "Tom returns to the house tonight." She paused and then continued, "You'll soon see that no one of us is quite like ourselves. Campaigning is a dreadfully wearing business. It changes everything. There is little time for leading any real kind of life."

Her cousin looked so sad that Marli reached out and took her hand. "Poor Amanda. Well now I'm here and I never was one to shun hard work; you know that!"



It was after midnight when Marli lay totally naked, extended in the warmth of her bed. It was an old four poster, but the firm, comfortable mattress was quite modern. Her head was whirling not only from the extensive amount of wine she had had at dinner, but from the events of the evening. Tom Courtnay had indeed returned from his provincial swing, and instead of looking fatigued, had appeared at the peak of his forces. The energy that emanated from the man was astounding. Marli had been overwhelmed by his warmth as he greeted her with enthusiasm and welcomed her to the household.

"Great!" he declared, winking at her in a cheerful manner that nonetheless made Marli feel a little thrill of excitement coursing across her skin. She could still feel the goose-bumps!

"Amanda needs someone around that is close to her. You look like a very capable young woman!"

Marli had stammered some kind of reply and then the other brothers were talking to her, Harcourt and Mason, asking about her trip and generally making her feel a part of the family.

At dinner, which was served late around 9:00p, Marli was beginning to wonder just where all the stress and strain was that her cousin had been talking about, and as she observed the beautifully gowned and coifed Amanda, she wondered why she always seemed to be holding back... never joining in the general good humor that circulated at the table. There were no other guests at dinner, something that Amanda told her was rather unusual, so Marli had ample time to get to know the two brothers as well as Tom himself. Harcourt seemed a serious sort, and Marli could see that he was the perfect person to mount his older brother's campaign for him to reach the Parliament. His words were brisk and clipped as he summarized for the table what goals had been accomplished during the trip they had just completed, and what obstacles lay ahead for the Minister-to-be in the next few weeks. His resemblance to Tom Courtnay was striking, but there was a hard edge to his features that Tom did not have. Tom's looks were a perfect combination of sensitivity and determination that gave him a completely trustworthy appearance. As for the younger brother, Marli liked him the least of all, and his features, though of the same intelligent cut as his older brother's, were somewhat softer, more baby-like. Marli supposed that it must be hard being the youngest of two such dynamic brothers as Tom and Harcourt, and feeling in a congenial mood, she drank more wine as it was offered to her and listened with all ears to each word that came from Tom Courtnay's lips.

Now, nakedly curling up into a ball beneath the light weight blanket that covered her bed, Marli could still hear his deep voice, as she played back his words in her head, like a phonograph record. In spite of herself, she felt a twinge of jealousy rising inside her as she thought of her lucky younger cousin. Now a few doors away with her husband... all by themselves. "He's been away for a few days," Marli thought, "they'll be making love, no doubt!"

She tried to put the thought out of her mind, knowing that she ought not to be thinking of such strange things, but it kept coming back. "It's the wine," she thought, "that's making me think such things!"

Marli had never thought of herself as a very sensual person, in fact with the various boyfriends she had had thus far, she was always ready to assert that she could "take sex or leave it alone." She had always suspected though that none of them had been able to excite her... to arouse her sufficiently to make her crave their intimate embraces. Someone like Tom Courtnay, though, she began to muse... someone like that would know how... She did not complete the thought, but suddenly she envied her 24-year old cousin terribly, visualizing the young blonde woman, locked against the naked body of her blonde husband. The two of them looked more like brother and sister than man and wife, Marli thought, automatically comparing her own dark beauty to Tom's fairness.

"Oh stop it!" she told herself sternly, but Marli's large soft breasts were already filled with longing as the big round nipples contracted to a tense hardness, and her whole being felt a readiness, a ripeness that pushed rational thinking from her head.

"What would it feel like to feel him on top of me... to spread my legs beneath him... to let him enter, hard and strong, filling me... taking me?"

The tall brunette turned over on her back in bed. She spread her bare legs out, separating her long statuesque thighs so that the fur-trimmed lips of her dark curly pussy were parted, and breathing slowly, she imagined herself in her younger cousin's place. In bed with Tom Courtnay!


Tom emerged from the steam of his shower, and after drying himself off, strode naked into the room. He was proud of his body with its lean hardness that he had cultivated ever since he was a youth at college. Now he was 36, and he knew that if he wanted to keep on looking that way, he must continue the rigorous exercises that he did whenever he got a chance. He was still elated by the way things had gone on his trip in spite of his wife's unwillingness to go along. He was almost certain that he would win the race for the Parliament, and once there, nothing could stop him in his quest for the presidency. He was mulling these things over in his mind as he did his push-ups on the flat exercise mat that was always in the bedroom he shared with Amanda. He was dimly aware of her presence in the room, but his mind was elsewhere, already thinking about the firmness with which he would handle the Russians as well as the Chinese. The Chinese, he felt, were more important than the Russians at this point, and already his lessons in the most prevalent dialect of the Chinese language were coming along well. His French was already adequate and his Spanish fluent from the days when, as a college youth, he took two whole semesters at a Mexican college where the Mexican girls were particularly attracted to his blonde hair. He and his buddy of the time had prided themselves in getting into the most attractive and into the most inaccessible Latin pussies in the area, a dangerous feat which was nonetheless not without rewards.

"It's good to have you back, darling," Amanda's soft voice broke into his thoughts, and he knew at once that she wanted something. His mind computer-like, began to sort through the various possibilities. Long ago he had learned to deal with women, not so much as people, but as predictable pets who could be counted upon to respond certain ways to certain stimuli. No one had really taught him this, certainly not his deceased father, who was nothing but a distant figurehead, always away at one of his many offices. He had gradually figured it out for himself, and had noticed from early childhood that his reckoning always worked with his mother, and then later with the steady procession of girl friends that came and went like clock-work. There were always flowers and cards on special occasions for example... the biggest and most sentimental that money could buy for Easter, Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day and so on. His pockets were rarely without some little trinket or other that he had picked up to cheer some female's spirits. Now that he was married, though, and especially since the beginning of his senatorial campaign, Tom realized that he had been neglectful of his pretty blonde wife in more than one way.

"Go look in my coat pocket," he said to her without breaking his thirty-second pushup. He heard the rustle of her gown like small leaves brushing together as she passed him without speaking on her way to the large closet that was in essence a separate room. It had doors opening onto the bedroom and also onto Tom's private dressing room. There, Tom knew that his valet, Krasky, zzz had already brushed and pressed whatever he might need for the following day, and that the suit coat he had worn earlier would be waiting to be sent to the cleaners in a separate area of the closet.

"Look on the cleaning side!" he called to her, his mind still working on the current problem of his wife. "The left hand pocket!"

A suitable length of time elapsed, and then Amanda suddenly exclaimed, "Ooooh... oh Tom... it's lovely!"

Tom smiled to himself. He had almost forgotten about the gold bracelet that he had asked one of the girls to pick up for him during his trip. He completed his 30th pushup and lay quietly breathing on the mat.

"Like it?" he asked, his head cradled on his arms.

Amanda swept close to her husband's naked body. His firm hard buttocks were beautiful, she thought to herself, and his long powerful legs. His big wide back tapered down to narrow hips with a perfection that Amanda had never seen in any other man, even in the photographs of well-known athletes. The emotion that she had felt during her husband's absence and the horror of that day on the beach seemed far away now that he was right there, a living breathing creature in front of her. Everything would be all right if he would just hold her in his arms she thought wildly. Impulsively, she flung herself down on top of him, embracing him from behind and kissing his face lovingly.

"Oh thank you... thank you my love!" she said. Her warm body pressed close to him beneath the thin covering of her silk dressing gown. She was vulnerable and naked beneath it, her body wanting him so badly that she could hardly stand it.

And Tom knew what she wanted. The pieces fitted together in his head as he felt her palpitating against him, felt her soft breathing near his ear. He had only a couple of girls while away from home, nothing much to speak of either. He remembered the brief scene with Nancy, one of a multitude of young girls who worked for the general cause. The willing girl had been more than ready for his lust-hardened cock, but he had no desire to do more than throw it to her one afternoon in the privacy of his hotel room. A few well placed and well timed strokes had been fine as the girl lifted up her skirt revealing the naked tight cunt that had already known his brother Harcourt's cock as well as a few of the other who were along for the trip.

"Hell, it's better than jerking off!" his brother Harcourt said about such a girl. The only woman aside from his wife that Tom Courtnay "loved to fuck" as he put it to himself, was his private secretary, Miss Gabrison. He knew that no one in a million years would suspect that he and the older woman had such an intimate relationship, and he counted on it remaining that way. She had been with him since the very early days, and she would be with him all the way to the White House, he hoped. Fucking Miss Gabrison - a gray-haired widow - was a little like fucking his own mother, he thought, only better, because Miss Gabrison had an experience and a sensuality that Tom was sure his mother lacked.

Glowing press reports about Trinity Courtnay's flower gardens and love of the soft feminine things in life to the contrary, all of the Courtnay brothers knew that their mother was as tough as nails, or as Harcourt put it, "Her piss would cut steel!"

Tom laughed easily and turned over on his back, the better to accommodate his wife's embrace.

"You feeling better now that you have had a little rest?" he asked, letting his hands roam up under the material of her gown, feeling for the round warmth of her silky brown breasts. Already his sturdily built cock was rising to a hard thickness, quivering upward into the air, ready for action. "Oh... I missed you, Tom. How I missed you!" Amanda cried, sighing as her husband's fingers teased at the sensitive flesh of her breasts, already feeling the wetness spread between her legs as he played with her hardened nipples.

"Oh, God!" she thought, "Oh God... how I love him!"

He rolled playfully over her, and looking at her handsome district attorney husband, Amanda recognized the look on his face as one of sheer lust. A bolt of desire shot through her, as she felt herself going limp beneath him. His muscular body pressed unceremoniously against her nakedness as the folds of her dressing gown spread to reveal her lotioned and pampered body beneath. Already she could feel his enormous erection as he growled a little, grinding against her, belly to belly, his hard cock nudging into the softness of her stomach. Amanda no longer cared about the long weeks he had neglected her, nor did she care about the horror of her own actions on the beach two days before. Her husband's younger brother, Mason, had tormented her ceaselessly ever since with his lewd remarks every time he saw her. She was hopelessly compromised where he was concerned, but all that was distant, and she felt that she could somehow right everything that had gone wrong now that she was about to feel her forceful husband inside her, now that she was about to cum and cum again around his rigid cock! His hands slid up and down her nakedness, moving from her swollen breasts to her tiny waist, encircling it and fondling the sides of her womanly hips, feeling the skin of her legs, letting it flow beneath his running fingers. Her lips sought his, and she forced her tongue upward as far back into his mouth as it would reach, feeling his lust-expanded cock growing bigger against her naked belly. Impatiently, she reached down between their nakedly pressed bodies together to touch it. Her fingers fumbled toward the hot shaft of Tom's thick penis, and marveling once more at its size and hardness, Amanda held it happily in her hand, her tongue still exploring the far recesses of her husband's mouth, while his tongue twirled lazily around hers. She squeezed his rock-hard cock gently, and then pulled the thickness of his foreskin up over the rounded flesh of the head. Her husband groaned and a wave of lust spread between them. Shifting and arching her body beneath him, Amanda rubbed the softly curling fuzz of her blonde pussy against the hardened length of Tom's throbbing cock until the blood-red head slid against the soaking wet split of her yearning pussy. She slowly pulled her encircling fingers downward and the thick bulbous tip reappeared, touching the wet pit of the young blonde's neglected cunt. With sudden decisiveness, Tom moved his hands down, harshly cupping his wife's full, soft buttocks. With a groan he pulled upwards, lifting her hips and legs up from the mat. He pulled back to position his swollen penis so that it would slide into the widespread opening of her waiting pussy. Twice Tom's thrusting cock slipped against the sensitive labia surrounding her upright clitoris, causing the transported blonde to cry out with pleasure, and then it was pressing surely against the wet elasticity of her seeping pussy.

Once Amanda might have insisted they go to bed, but now, Amanda was so aroused that she did not care that they were lying on the floor, nakedly enjoying each other on her husband's exercise mat. All that mattered was that her husband desired her. With the knowledge of his love she could do anything, anything at all that he wanted. She would be the perfect woman, the ideal First Lady, full of charm, wit and wisdom, steeped in good taste and moved toward good works. Tom let his pulsing cock worm slowly but surely into the throbbing slit of his wife's tightly clinging pussy. God, she was tight! Once more he congratulated himself on his choice of Amanda as a wife. His brothers and his mother had expressed doubts, and sometimes she seemed a little too independent, but Amanda would work out, of that he was sure. He hadn't so much thought about his love for her as about her satisfactory qualities for the wife of a politician. A small town girl, she would appeal to all of middle America, despite her patrician looks, which would appeal to the city sophisticates as well as to other countries. She was a natural, and Tom knew that he would have to look long and hard to find another like her. Finding another was out of the question anyway. The country had not advanced so much that it would accept a divorced Prime Minister, and so far as he was concerned, Amanda was his, to be with him for life.

"Got to remember to fuck her more," he thought, as he felt her moaning beneath him. The length of his cock slid with excruciating slowness into the hot clasping channel of her tight cunt. It was good! Very good! He looked down at her as his cock head burrowed hard against the far end of her pussy. Her mouth hung open, as, eyes closed, she groaned out his name, her heels kicking, legs twitching upward around his back.

Three, four times, he thrust into the clutching cunt that sucked fiercely upon his slowly pistoning cock. He wanted fucking, yes, but something else was occurring to him. He had meant to break Amanda in before now to something that he liked very much to have done, and now was as good a time as any. She was a fast learner anyway, and he was sure she would get the hang of it.

"Do something for me sweetie," he whispered into her ear, letting his impaling cock twitch deep inside her straining depths. She was on the very verge of cumming, so gloriously that she could feel tears starting from her eyes.

"Anything, darling, anything!" she cried.

"Suck me..." he said.

"What?" To her surprise, Tom was pulling out of her. Everything inside her tried to cling to the hard shaft of his cock, tried to get it back inside her straining pussy. She blinked, in the space of a second Tom had positioned himself so that his strong thighs were straddling her torso. Before her big blue eyes hung two large and hairy testicles suspended below her husband's rampant cock. It bobbed obscenely before her eyes, actually striking her on the nose, something she would have thought ludicrous had not the situation been so tragic.

"I... I... was almost..." Her words were strangled as the cleft shape of Tom's glistening cockhead plugged between her deep pink lips. Revulsion at what she realized was the taste of her own inner fluids, made her thrash out wildly, trying to lift him off of her, but he was firmly ensconced upon her helplessly naked body, his widespread thighs spreading on each side of her as he balanced himself up to enable his lust-inspired penis to enter her unwillingly parted lips. Many times before, Tom had hinted that he would like to have her do this, and she told him that one day she would, always hedging and putting it off to the future. Little had she dreamed that tonight would be the time he would ask her to pay off. It was the worst time possible for him to do this to her... she thought, hysteria mounting swiftly within her. It was utterly and totally depraved of him to ask such a thing of her, when he hadn't even touched her in weeks! Instead of feeling her husband's bloated cock striking at the very center of her being, quelling the hunger she felt high up in her moist cunt, the moist tip of his penis was pushing inward against her clenched teeth, and his fingers were squeezing at her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth.

"Come on, honey," his voice cajoled, but his fingers were hard and unloving as they pushed against her cheeks, and finally made her open her mouth wide. The entire knobby head quivered inward straining Amanda's mouth wider as the full shaft began to slide toward the rear of her oral cavity. Quickly, Amanda swallowed while she was still able, and then she began to gag as its bulk cut off her breathing passages. He withdrew the slightest bit, and she began to gulp for air in desperation.

She was caught in a nightmarish situation where she could feel her husband's lean buttocks against the tips of her breasts every time he gave a jiggle downward... but he never let his full weight down on her as he held this obscene position, for he was completely comfortable, and he started fucking in and out of her mouth with smooth, even strokes. Her nipples began to itch and swell, and she felt a tingling on her lips where the heated length of her husband's cock glided past. Surprisingly, his cock began to feel pleasantly warm inside her mouth, and when it struck hard toward the back of her throat, she started to groan with pleasure. There was still a chance that she would feel him like this! Inside her inflamed pussy! Perhaps if she could satisfy his more unusual sexual desires, he would want to make love to her more often, she thought, the glimmer of hope spreading still more desire through her young neglected loins. She could hear the young politician's voice coming from what seemed like a great distance, egging her on with urgent requests that she continue. Frantically, caught up in the rhythm of his lilting lust, she began to twist her hips upward, hoping to attain some satisfaction in the area of her abandoned pussy, but there was nothing to rub against. She began to rub her sleek thighs together compulsively, squeezing the swollen tissues of her drenched pussy together while her wide-spread mouth continued to receive the brunt of her husband's fucking cock. She wanted to scream out to him, to beg him to take her then and there, to tell him she had to cum or she would die! One long hard thrust of his magnificently rock-hard cock would do it, just one, and she would be there!

Her entire body begged for relief as her back arched high from the mat, her firm full breasts nudging upward against Tom's obscenely gyrating buttocks while his engorged cock expanded a little more each time it entered her mouth, stretching and pulling against its own taut skin. Tom was getting more and more excited, especially since it seemed to him that his lady-like young wife was really enjoying sucking him off! And what was more she was good at it! Those soft full lips of hers created a buffering cushion each time he advanced and withdrew into the moist depths of her mouth, and there seemed to be just the right amount of space inside there for his pistoning cock, unlike many women he had known who just didn't seem to have any place for him to put his cock once he got beyond their teeth!

"SUCK IT... SUCK IT AMANDA!" he cried, beginning to pant heavily, as the hardness of his tingling cock thudded against the back of his blonde wife's mouth.

He could feel her tongue flattened on the under side of it, and from time to time her teeth would lightly scrape the tightness of the shaft. He held onto her head as he bucked steadily forward, digging his fingers through her long thick hair. Then he allowed his tormented penis to pull completely out of his wife's strained mouth, only to plunge back in again to the hilt, his balls swinging lewdly against the underside of her chin. He thought about fucking in her mouth like this in the White House, maybe right on the floor of his office one night after everyone had gone; and the thought made him know that he was going to cum into her mouth any second. The large firm mounds of Amanda's jiggling breasts felt good poking upward against his buttocks and the whole thing just felt too good to stop. Every sinew of his body was tense and he felt his thighs trembling from the strain of kneeling like that for such a long time. Perspiration from his head and chest flowed down onto Amanda's besieged face and the tendons in Tom's neck stood out tautly. The wet sounds of his sluicing cock at the depths of her mouth combined with both of their grunts and filled the sanctuary of their bedroom.

"OH CHRIST!" he grunted. It was starting It was coming faster than he had thought, wrenching mindless, building pleasure from a sacred spot hidden somewhere inside his loins. His swinging testicles lurched, releasing their speeding sperm in a crazy zig-zagging journey through his jerking, pumping cock. He started fucking harder into her mouth, unmindful of the gagging sounds that Amanda was making. He could only listen to his own inner turmoil, the convulsive climax that took hold of him, spinning him around and making him cry out with its acute bombshell of sensation

"AAAAA... AAAAAAAARRRRNNNGHH!" His hands tangled in Amanda's long blonde hair as he cupped them underneath her head bringing her mouth forward to meet the stream of his semen. He held her pinned against his exploding cock, feeling his jism striking against the roof of her mouth filling it and strangling the gurgling sounds of distress that were coming from her throat. "NNNNNNNNGHHHHHNMPHF!" As the last dregs of the startlingly acute pleasure waned and his rapidly deflating penis began to slide from Amanda's slack mouth, Tom rested his haunches wearily upon her chest for a moment.

"AAAAHHHH... NO TOM, PLEASE, YOU'RE HURTING ME!" Amanda cried, at last free to speak.

Tom was smiling benignly as he lifted himself from his wife's sweat glistening nakedness. He rolled happily to the side of her and then clambered up. He stood a second, beaming down at her, his naked genitals all out of proportion to her eyes as she looked up at him.

"That was great, really GREAT, Amanda!" he exclaimed. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow night..." He turned and headed toward the shower again, already thinking about the next day's work. He would have to be up at the office in Avalon by about 7a to take care of the many things awaiting him there, and then he was expected at his mother's for lunch. A fund dinner was being given for him in town that evening and at $100 a plate he hoped that his brother Harcourt had already worked up an impressive speech.

The hot shower pelted down on his deeply tanned skin spreading a sense of warmth and well being to the very marrow.

"AH! It is so good to be alive!" he thought.

Amanda lay stunned on her husbands exercise mat for a few moments, tasting the salty bitterness of his semen on her tongue and in her throat. And then she slowly got up, dazed and bedraggled she moved slowly toward her private bathroom and dressing room. She could still feel the maddening tingling in her loins that signaled her complete frustration and her mouth and jaws felt sore and worn. Suddenly hatred for the man she had married filled her every pore, as trembling with rage and sorrow, she stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water jets full blast. She knew better than to count on Tom's promise of reciprocation the following night. Bitterly, she realized that such words of hope from her politician husband were like so many campaign promises.

"A lot of hot air!"


Marli was dressed in a crisp cotton dress that she considered perfect for the early morning, and even though it was still cool, she felt quite warm as she busied herself about the large house. She had already spoken to the housekeeper, Eleanor, and established the fact that she and not Amanda, would henceforth be giving the orders. The older woman seemed to be relieved and Marli was pleased to note that several of her suggestions had already been carried out. The dining room was filled with flowers from the garden, as were the other rooms of the big house. It had seemed a little solemn before, and now there was a cheery sunny atmosphere throughout all the rooms that made a noticeable difference.

When Tom Courtnay came down for breakfast at 6:15a the dining room had already received Marli's "touch," and he drank his black coffee and ate his specially flown in French croissants while reading the early morning editions of six newspapers. The croissants were a luxury that Tom hoped to keep secret from any prying newspaper columnists, since he knew that the general public would consider such an expense as having the delicious crisp pastries flown over daily from Paris an outrageous waste of money. But, Tom often said, "It is my money and I'll do what I want with it, even if I have to do it secretly!"

Marli was surprised that Amanda was still in bed as Tom sped away for town driving his own VW sportswagon. She waved goodbye to the handsome young politician, thinking that if she were his wife, she would be up every morning, no matter how early, to see her husband off! By the time she went back into the dining room, the other brothers were having breakfast, and Marli said a pleasant good morning to Harcourt and Mason, and then let the two blonde men go back to reading their newspapers. She went into the kitchen where the cook gave her a cup of coffee, and then she carried it to the living room, where she sat down on a comfortable leather sofa to drink it. Looking around her at the quiet luxury of the room, Marli could not get over the fact that this big house was not only to be her home for the next few months, but that she herself was completely in charge of running it. She felt very, very capable as she sat beneath Wilbert Courtnay's oil portrait. And she felt that the old man who had been the Courtnay brothers' father, was looking down at her with approval. She could not help thinking how much more suited she was to the job of taking charge of things and making them run smoothly than her younger cousin, Amanda, even though Marli had only started that very morning on her new job.

Harcourt and Mason's voice drifted in from the dining room, but the attractive brunette could not hear what they were saying. She visualized Amanda upstairs sleeping soundly, no doubt feeling delicious traces of sensuality from her previous night's love- making with her husband, Tom. Resentfully, Marli was aware of a slight tingling in her sleekly tapered thighs, there toward the high inner center where they touched together. But, feeling suddenly ashamed, she brushed her thoughts and feelings out of her mind. After all, Amanda had sent for her to help out, and that was just what she would do. Amanda had other, more important things to do and no doubt needed the sleep she was getting!



The "snooze alarm" went off at 9a and Amanda heard rustling noises coming from her dressing room. The tub water was being turned on, and groggily, Amanda realized that her maid, Iris, was in there preparing her morning tub. Once more, Amanda regretted her own cowardice. Why she had not fired the girl several days ago she could not even explain to herself. She knew that Iris herself was probably not responsible for her lewd seduction on the beach by young Mason Courtnay, that she was in fact as much a victim of the fatal Courtnay charm as she herself was. These thoughts plus the fact that she feared betraying still more weakness to the youngest brother of the family had caused her to keep Iris on as her maid, although the mere sight of the girl was enough to set Amanda's teeth on edge. Now, though as the disappointing events of the night before rushed in on her waking brain, Amanda sat up with a start.

"GET OUT!" she cried, "GET OUT OF HERE!"

She was satisfied to hear the noises of the teenaged girl's flight from the bathroom, and she fell back to the bed with a sigh. She reached her hand out for the printed sheet of paper which detailed her day's activities, conscious all the while of the now cold indentation beside her on the outsized double bed, where her husband had slept on his back all night long. There had been a time, Amanda remembered, when the two of them had slept curled close to each other at night, but now Tom slept as a complete entity unto himself, and Amanda kept to her own side of the bed, mindful nonetheless of the warmth she was missing. Angry now, Amanda read the schedule for the day. Her hairdresser was due in half an hour, and then at 11a she had to tape an interview with Cal Canto of NBC News. The television cameras were probably already being set up downstairs, and Amanda hoped that Marli would be able to cope with everything. In the afternoon she was due to visit a Foundling Home in Avalon where it was known that conditions were under par due to lack of Federal and Province funds. Her visit was supposed to point up these facts and Tom's speech that night at the fund raising dinner would no doubt contain a reference to it. After the dinner which she had to attend with her husband, Tom had a private meeting with some of the province big wigs who were supporting him, and Amanda was on her own. At the bottom of the page the word FREE was written, and Amanda read it thinking bitterly of how exhausted and bored she would be by that time, and more than that, of her husband, who would probably not return home until the wee hours of the morning after what she knew was an important meeting in town. There would be no love-making that night, she knew, as she climbed out of bed, no lovemaking and no comfort for hours, days... perhaps years! The prospect was grim indeed as the stunning 24-year old blonde surveyed her face in the bathroom mirror, she thought with desperation that she must do something to control the horrible trap that her life was becoming. Something had to be done!


"You'd better stick around to make sure that she can handle the television people," Harcourt had told his younger brother, Mason, as he climbed into the back of the limousine.

"Sure thing!" Mason replied, "she's a pretty thing, isn't she?"

"Watch your step, Mason! She and Amanda are like sisters. Don't make any unnecessary complications!" he commanded, disappearing into the depths of the back seat.

"I always watch my step!" Mason replied as the car headed down the driveway toward the town. "Or at least I try to," he said to himself as he turned to go back into the house.

The TV people were making a racket in the living room when he went in, but Mason noticed that Marli had everything pretty well in hand.

"You're going to work out fine, aren't you?" he told her as she whizzed by him on her way to speak with the special advisor the family had always used for television appearances. A former director himself, he brought along the best make-up man in the business and made certain that there were no unflattering angles or lighting during the taping. Marli was going to talk with him about the color of the flowers that would be behind Amanda while she was talking to the interviewer.

Mason was pleased to see the newcomer blush under his stern gaze.

"I certainly plan to," she replied, firmly, with a brisk smile that she intended to mean that she was friendly, but busy.

Mason watched her go by, and followed her moving hips with interest and amusement. "Built like a brick shit house," he murmured to himself as he took in the firm but full shapes of Marli's buttocks as she hurriedly walked across the room. "Wonder what those babies would feel like in my hands?" he mused to himself as he walked out onto the terrace to survey the morning.

He decided that he would hang around until Amanda came downstairs. He wouldn't miss his morning greeting to his nervous sister-in-law for anything, not after he'd caught her spying on him at the beach that day. He still felt a gleeful exhilaration every time he thought about seeing her up there on the dune, her fingers wriggling in her own pussy. His own brother's wife! He'd always suspected that she was a hot number, and it had always been a source of pleasure to him to see her turn red with embarrassment and anger when he whispered those suggestive things to her about his girlfriends. But now, things were much more serious! There was no real rush about it, but Mason know that shortly he was going to feel those long silky legs of Amanda's wrapped around his neck. His own hard cock, and not his big brother Tom's was going to be filling that little blonde cunt of hers, and she was going to love it! Of that much he was sure! Amanda came slowly down the winding staircase. She looked almost surrealistically beautiful, having just been made up and coiffeured by the experts. Her white dress was simple but expensive, her well turned calves and ankles led down to a white medium heeled pump of soft Italian leather. On her wrist she wore the gold bracelet her husband had given her the night before. There was a hush among the waiting cameramen and the others that were crowded into the living room of the Courtnay Family Meeting Place as Amanda appeared among them. Marli tried to stifle the jealousy that the sight of Amanda provoked in her. She watched as Mason walked up to her cousin and whispered something into her ear. Marli wondered what he was saying.

"Did my brother give you a good hard fucking last night?" Mason whispered into his sister-in-law's ear, knowing that she would not flinch or push him away from her with all those people watching curiously.

"Because if not, you know where you can always get a good taste of cock. Say the word and I'll stick it up in your cunt so high it will choke you!"

Amanda smiled her most radiant smile, but her heart was beating fearfully and it cost her a lot in terms of nerves to control the tone of her voice as well as the violence with which she wanted to respond to her brother-in-law's lewd words.

"You're not good enough to lick my shoes!" she said softly to him as though they were discussing the weather. She would deny it all to the end. She must pretend, even to herself that it had not been she out there on the dunes, obscenely masturbating, watching like some depraved voyeur, the sexual antics of her playboy brother-in-law.

She moved swiftly away from him toward the waiting crowd. People moved in to greet her as Mason fell back. In spite of what he knew was his upper hand in the little cat and mouse game that he was playing with Amanda, he felt a burning anger at her words. That she would dare talk to him like that after what he'd seen her doing!!

"Well, we'll see who licks whose shoes!" he thought to himself as he left the house. "THAT BITCH!


Tom Courtnay was in top form. The speech had gone well and they had raised several thousand dollars in one night with a standard dinner of peas and chicken. He was very pleased. He turned to his smiling docile wife who was seated next to his youngest brother, leaning over he spoke, "Mason why don't you take Amanda home. Maybe you should take her to the club first. You look like you could use a drink!" he added to Amanda, noting her ashen expression, "I'll be home late tonight... have a little fun!" He kissed her tenderly upon the cheek and was already disappearing with his brother Harcourt and several familiar faces of his entourage. They were headed for the meeting that Amanda knew would take place immediately after the banquet dinner. With horror, she realized that her husband was sending her off with Mason, when all she asked was to be as far away from the youngest member of the clan as she could possibly get. But Mason was already eagerly propelling her beyond the smoke-filled room and out into the night air where a chauffeur waited patiently. Although Amanda realized that she could easily be firm with her spoiled brother-in-law, telling him that she intended to go home and nowhere else, she decided that she must not show her weakness by letting him know just how afraid of him she was. Now would be the time that she would have to meet with him and prove herself the stronger of the two. As Mason installed himself in the limousine beside her, she spoke to the chauffeur, not waiting for Mason's instructions.

"Take us to the club, Gerry, will you?" she said in her pleasantest voice. Then settling back she turned to Mason noting with approval his surprised expression. She knew that he had expected her to protest.

"I do feel the need of a drink after that dreadful dinner. Don't you?" she asked, arching her finely drawn eyebrows.

The doorman at the club bowed and scraped as they swept in the door, and after the usual number of heads had turned the famous brother and sister-in-law were seated in the private booth reserved for members of the family. It was a very pleasant spot, giving a perfect view of everything that went on in the small room, but screened off in such a way that little could be seen of them. They sat in comfortable chairs that were molded together to give the appearance of an ordinary bar booth. That was their charm. But they were far removed from the hard wood and plastic of their distant cousins. Although Amanda did not otherwise betray just how nervous she was, she did consume three frozen daiquiris, one right after the other, while Mason was still working on his second Jack Daniels and water. Mason was waiting for her to show some sign of inebriation, having decided to go along with her for a while at least. He too could pretend that they were the best of relatives. Tom Courtnay's wife and Tom Courtnay's brother having a friendly drink at the most elite club within a 500 mile radius. Certainly nothing wrong with that.

"Well, I think I'd like to be getting back now... rigid schedule tomorrow, you know!" Amanda said. She had downed that last daiquiri a little too fast, and she could feel her head whirling. Mentally she cursed herself for having had so many so fast, she knew that she could take quite a few daiquiris in a night, but only if she spaced them carefully. Her nervous province had not allowed her to do so, and now she was paying for it.

She was not very surprised when Mason drawled, "Oh I think I'll have another, dear sister-in-law, and I'll order one more for you too!"

Amanda remained silent. She didn't feel that she should say too much, she was afraid she might blurt out something unwise. When the drinks came she began to sip hers silently, while Mason began to speak.

"You know, I'm glad that we have this little time together," he began easily. "You're a reasonable woman... one who really knows the facts of life!" he said, winking unpleasantly at her.

Amanda was silent. Desperately she tried to keep taking deep breaths, hoping the intake of air would sober her up.

"I mean you know the kind of things that happen on the road!"

What was he getting at? Amanda wondered angrily. Why had she been foolish enough to believe she could get through an hour or so alone with this odious man? She was thankful though that at least thus far she had somehow set the tone of the evening so that he used no lewd profanities with her. In fact he was very polite... much too polite.

Mason had thought about what he was going to say to her when he got a chance to do so. He had thought about it all day in fact. Now, it was a pleasure to him to see the young blonde woman jump in her seat as he casually mentioned, "You know how those little girls are always aching to take down their panties for a famous cock. A man can't always refuse!"

Amanda felt something like a knife turning inside her, but she tried to keep her voice steady as she replied...

"Of course not," she said uneasily. She wanted to jump up and run from the room, but she knew that she and Mason must leave the place together, besides, she was hoping that she could sober up some before she had to stand up. Her vision had started to blur a little at the sides and the funny whirring sensation in her head had not let up.

"I don't really blame my brother," Mason continued.

Which brother was he talking about? But Amanda knew full well that her unpleasant brother-in-law was trying to taunt her, trying to get her all upset by telling her some story about her husband, his oldest brother, Tom. Probably lies; he was probably making it all up just to upset her!

But, she thought with sudden clarity, "WHY ELSE WOULD HE SHOW SO LITTLE INTEREST IN ME?" The previous explanation that her husband's exceedingly rough schedule both mentally and physically gave him little time to think of such things, seemed a vague pipe dream that Amanda had made up for herself in order to avoid the true facts. He was unfaithful to her with other women!

Mason's voice droned on and on, and Amanda could easily visualize her handsome husband, too handsome for his own good, and certainly for hers, sleeping with those girls, all those horrid little creatures who adored him and his brothers, putting his hands up their skirts, letting them fondle him, Making love with them! After all, she reasoned, forgetting and taking another sip of the drink in front of her, she had once been one of those girls herself. She'd been working in the young district attorney's office, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as the saying went. She knew just how Tom Courtnay operated. Hadn't he come up behind her one day and kissed her gently on the ear, letting his hands brush casually across her breasts? Just enough to enflame her, to make her want him more than she had ever wanted anything in the world! In spite of herself she emitted a groan, and Mason sitting nearby moved a little closer to her and smiled. He knew that his words were having the effect that he wanted. With keen interest he let his eyes rove over Amanda's partially exposed breasts. Her dress was not cut very low in front, but he could still see the full ripeness of her large creamy breasts, especially if he leaned over a bit. He moved over just a bit more, so that his thigh pressed close against hers beneath the table and launched into his story.

"I'll tell you a story about one politician I know... who shall of course remain anonymous. It didn't happen so very long ago really..."

Amanda started to put her hands up to her ears, but she realized that nothing would stop Mason from telling his story. She could feel the words piercing her with their horrid meaning, and despite the efforts to block it all out, she could clearly visualize the events that Mason outlined.

"Well, you see, he asked to have this special girl sent up to the hotel room. She was just a secretary, new at that, but there was something fresh and innocent about her, not like the others who are always throwing themselves at you! This man told us (there were two other men in the room) that he wanted to see just how dedicated she was, this new girl, and she came up trembling like a leaf, but obviously anxious to please. Couldn't have been more than 17 or 18, maybe younger and lying about her age. She was blonde... actually looked a bit like you, Amanda, only younger. In any case, this man brought the young girl over behind the desk where he was sitting and brought out a package of pictures for her to look at. Well, Amanda, each one was dirtier than the next. Every position in creation was happening in those pictures, and there were those nasty full close-ups of genitals ... you know the ones that really get to you!

Well, I'll tell you they really got to that little girl. She blushed and then she blanched, and then she tried not to look at them, but this man he kept forcing her to look. By this time his arm was around her waist and he was holding her fast up against his chair, mailing her look at those dirty pics. Well, it wasn't long before the girl realized that something was expected of her and she seemed stunned by the knowledge, slumping in a semi-swoon against this famous politician, and looking at each picture that was presented to her with a slack open mouthed expression. Then we noticed that her expression was gradually changing to one of excitement. We didn't know exactly why from where we were sitting but her face began to show unmistakable traces of passion and she began to breathe hard. Then the man beckoned us closer and moving around the side of the desk, much to the young blonde girl's consternation, we were able to see that he had pulled her short skirt up slightly and had inserted his finger under the leg band of her pink nylon panties. He was softly stroking the little narrow moist slit of her hairy pussy. You could see it, Amanda, 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!"

Amanda 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 Mason 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, Mason'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?" Mason 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, Mason went on, beginning as he spoke, a steady sliding of his leg against Amanda'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 Amanda 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, Amanda?" Mason'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 huge 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!"

Amanda's eyes were round saucers and she knew that she ought to scream and tear herself away from the serpent-like fascination of her brother-in-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 Mason'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, even 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!? Mason'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. Mason 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... Tom 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 Amanda'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 Mason 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. Amanda 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 pussy 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 Amanda'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 Tom Courtnay'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 Mason'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!" Mason 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. Amanda 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!" Mason cried.

"NO... not here... someone will see... we can't... we can't..."

Mason paused a moment and looked around them. She was right. It was foolish to continue the audacious 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, Amanda 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, Amanda 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. Amanda 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 Mason entered the room. She had to get out of there at any cost.

"We'll be expecting my brother and some others," Mason lied, "so please direct them here should they come in."

The waiter replied that he would of course comply with Mason's wishes, and disappeared closing the door behind him. Mason sprang up and locked the door, and the loud Amanda's ears with terrible finality.

"Mason," 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 Tom had made her perform only the night before, and how her hopes for satisfaction had been so cruelly shattered.

"You know you want it..." Mason 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 Tom's cock is not nearly as big as mine!" Mason smiled, watching her carefully as though she were some insect that he had trapped. Amanda 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 Mason was bigger than his older brother, but Amanda had always been told that size made little difference. It was a man's actual technique in love-making that counted. She remembered all those times when Tom 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, Mason!

"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, Amanda!" 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 Mason's blonde hair to keep from falling. Encouraged by her action, Mason 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 pussy. Amanda 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. Mason 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, Amanda 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 Mason 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 hairy lips of her cunt. With a slow tortured outward movement, he drew the ragged pink lips of Amanda'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 like a snake 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 Mason's tousled head rocked to and fro between her trembling thighs.

"THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING... N000000!" 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. Mason'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!

Amanda 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 Tom 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 Amanda Courtnay had felt alone and helpless, but nothing she had been through had prepared her for this vile moment. Mason kept his eyes upon Amanda's face as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her slippery pussy. When he saw her tears, he felt a thrill of satisfaction. This would teach her... the god-damned 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 Amanda'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 Amanda's seeping pussy. Then he sucked and pulled on the soft petal-like lips of her cunt until he heard her crying out above him.

"OOOOOhhhhOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" Amanda 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 Tom... 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.

Mason sensed her sudden submissiveness and began thrusting harder and harder into the quivering sheath of Amanda's hopelessly aroused pussy. He luxuriated in the feel of her soft silky cunt hair grazing against his face, tickling the tip of his nose and sides of his cheeks as his brother's wife ground her buttocks upward in a slow hypnotic rhythm against his face. She was his now, he gloated, watching with excitement as Amanda began to emit a long, continuous wail of passionate fulfillment.

"NNNNNNNNNNGHGHGHGHHHHHH!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" she cried over and over again, sliding and bucking furiously up against his face as the contortions of her powerfully triggered orgasm rolled throughout her lustfully taxed system. Eyes rolling back in their sockets, her lips bared back over the whiteness of her teeth she resembled a mad woman more than the sleek and cool Amanda Courtnay that the public knew so well.

"OOOOooooh OOOOOHHHHHMY GOOD GOD!!! IT'S NOT OVER YET!!! OOOHHHH AGAIN!!! AGAIN!!!!'' She was cumming again before she could do anything about it, and below her flailing gyrating limbs, Mason sucked at the tormented wide-held surface of Amanda's loins. It wouldn't be long now, he sensed until he rammed it deep into that little belly of hers, shot his hot burning load of cum deep into this tight streaming pussy! Amanda Courtnay was just another whore begging for his cock, and she was going to get it all right and get it good!





PART II

Marli slipped back into her room carefully and closed the door soundlessly behind her. She had been listening all night for the return of the various members of the family, and it was some surprise to her to look out of her window and see a taxi pulling up to the side entrance. To her wonderment, she saw Amanda hurriedly getting out of the cab and run into the house. She was all by herself! Marli got a good look at her younger cousin as she was climbing the stairs and saw that she was in a totally disheveled province.

"My goodness!" she said to herself now, "what has Amanda been up to?"

When a few moments later she heard the sounds of another car, this time toward the front of the house, Marli put a robe on over her usual sleeping outfit, her naked skin, and went to investigate. From her hiding place at the top of the stairs she could see Mason Courtnay coming in the front door and he looked madder than a red hornet! Marli cunningly slipped behind a pillar as he climbed the stairs. To her amazement, he went directly to Amanda Courtnay's door and knocked on it.

"You open this door or I'm going to break it down!" Mason declared. He knew that his brothers Tom and Harcourt would not yet have returned home and that Amanda was alone in there. He stood fuming outside the door listening for some sign of motion inside. The little bitch! he thought, running out on me like that!

It had been an easy matter for Amanda to dash out the separate exit door of the private room at the club. She was still fully dressed despite the torn province of her panties and the ravishment of her loins by her brother-in-law's persistent tongue. As for Mason, he was stark naked and could not chase after her until he had finished dressing.

There was no answer from Amanda's room.

"You got your nookie and that's enough for you!" Mason declared unpleasantly, "I wasn't licking your cunt all night for nothing, you know!" he growled and turned away, storming toward his own room further down the long hall.

As Amanda trembled in her bed, deeply ensconced beneath the covers, her cousin Marli listened, outside in the hall, to the retreating footsteps of Mason Courtnay with burning ears.

"SO THAT'S IT!" she thought. Her prim little cousin was actually a promiscuous runaround.

"How could she!" Marli thought, scandalized, "and with Tom's own brother, too!" She was outraged as she went back to her room to mull the whole thing over.

"Poor Tom," she thought, "poor, poor Tom!"

Marli let all her bad feelings and thoughts about her young blonde cousin's ineptness come to the fore as she sat before the small cocktail table in her room and tried to think of what to do about what she'd just learned. The first thing Marli wanted to do was to make sure that Tom did not suffer too much at the hands of his uncaring wife, and Marli decided she would go downstairs and wait for his return home. That was something Amanda ought to be doing... any decent wife would, she thought huffily as she changed into a flowing hostess gown of a deep emerald green. The thought that she might take Amanda's place in more ways than one had not yet fully formulated itself in her mind as she tip-toed down to the large empty living room and without turning the lights on, sat waiting for the sound of Tom's car on the gravel outside. It had been a long, hard day for her, too, and she felt emotionally exhausted by the tumultuous events in the Courtnay household. She was about to drift off to sleep, when she heard the sound of doors closing and then the tell-tale crunch of footsteps up the walk. The chauffeur driven car started up again and down toward the garage. Tom often left his own car in town when the occasion called for him to use a chauffeur.

"Good night, Harcourt!" Marli heard Tom calling to the middle brother of the family as the latter went upstairs.

"See you in the morning, Tom!"

She had forgotten that Tom was rarely alone, but now, luck was with her. The fatigued district attorney probably intended to have a quiet nightcap by himself in the living room. She sat silently, holding her breath in anticipation. Every fiber of her being was tensed toward the wonderful man who was entering the living room. She thought about it now, he was truly her idol, even more so now that she knew more about him. Now that she was living right in his house! The overhead lights went on suddenly, and Marli sat up, blinking.

"Well, hello there!" Tom said. "What a pleasant surprise!"

Marli rose and greeted her cousin's husband, thankful that he did not directly ask her what she was doing there although the question seemed to hang in the air between them.

She saw Tom taking in the softly clinging lines of her emerald green gown, and she was grateful that she saw approval in his eyes. A trifle more sure of herself, she offered to get Tom a drink.

"Yes..." Tom said slowly, sinking into his favorite easy chair. "I'd like that! Any sign of Amanda?"

Marli was already busying herself over at the bar, fixing the dry martinis that she had been told Tom Courtnay drank. Her legs felt weak as she stood with her back to him, divining that his eyes were matter-of-factly taking in the swelling curves of her buttocks while she stirred the frosty liquid in a tall crystal pitcher.

"A... Amanda?" she stammered. She wanted to blurt out the whole truth, to tell this decent dedicated man exactly what his wife had been up to, but she felt that she really couldn't do that. "Yes... she came in about an hour ago... and Mason, too!" she added, hoping that Tom might guess by her voice that something was wrong... that his wife had indeed been out doing the most depraved things with his very own younger brother! But Tom seemed to notice nothing. His blonde head lay back on the chair and he stared up at the large chandelier that hung from the high ceilingabove him.

"Yes... they went to the club, I suppose... Wish I'd had a chance to go myself." He was thinking about the meeting that he had been to and about the things he had to promise. He was a little disgusted with himself about giving in to Herman like that, but he needed the votes that the older politician controlled. Politics made strange bedfellows all right, he mused, but he never thought he'd end up kissing Herman's ass.

As Marli approached with the drink, she'd made one for herself, too, Tom automatically stretched out his hand for it. He didn't bother to look at the comely new addition to his household, but his mind was already at work on what reasons she might have for being in the living room in the dark, all by herself in the middle of the night.

He had learned from both Harcourt and Mason, as well as his wife, that the 26-year old brunette was not only working out extremely well, but that she gave every promise of being excellent at her job as liaison between Amanda and the large household. Tom was always glad when things were going smoothly, and he sipped his martini thoughtfully, trying to blot out old Herman's face from his memory.

"What's the matter with this drink?" he suddenly asked, opening his eyes and looking directly across at Marli. She sat poised on the sofa across from him taking in every handsome detail of Tom Courtnay's face. His strong, aquiline nose, his thin yet sensuous lips, the firm chin. Now she nearly jumped out of her skin as suddenly his imperious blue eyes were focused directly upon her and nowhere else.

"I... I don't know... perhaps I did something wrong..." she stammered, rushing to take his glass from him. "I'll make it over!" she offered.

"I'll bet you didn't use the Beefeaters," Tom said, his lips suddenly breaking into a smile. "Forget it... might as well go along with what the peasants drink..." he laughed easily, waving her back to her seat.

Marli saw nothing wrong with the taste of the martini, but she was not very accustomed to drinking, and knew that she was no real judge. She had not even noticed what brand of gin she'd used for the drinks, having only made certain that the bottle said Gin. Now, she made a mental note that she must always ask the brand before making any future drinks for anyone.

"I'm so sorry..." she apologized. Tom was looking at her with salacious curiosity, and she blushed as she saw that his mind had obviously left the subject of the martinis some time ago.

"My wife is very happy that you are here," he said, still looking at her steadily.

Marli felt a rush of anger. If only he knew! She ached inside so, she wanted to tell him so very badly it was difficult for her to contain herself. If she were Tom's wife she knew that she would never so much as look at another man!

"I'm glad to be here... she answered. "I really... like being here. Helping out!"

"Yes," Tom replied, "one thing I'll say for us Courtnay's, we need a lot of help. We also get the best, always!"

Marli was not sure whether or not that was intended as a compliment for her. She decided that she would just smile. She couldn't help thinking that one day Tom Courtnay was going to be Minister, and then, more than likely, he would be Prime Minister of the United States. The thought was staggering. Nevertheless, the martini was giving her a pleasant glow that made her feel more comfortable, and much more confident than before. After all, she had every right to be there chatting with him. She was now an integral part of his household, and she reminded herself, she must do for him what his uncaring wife neglected to do! She thought resentfully of Amanda upstairs in bed, not even knowing that her husband had come home, probably thinking over her excitement of that evening with young Mason Courtnay! With a start Marli noticed that Tom's glass was empty.

"I'll make this one with Beefeaters," she declared, taking it from him. Tom did not protest, but this time she was sure he was watching her. She turned around to see, and his eyes met hers in a knowing exchange.

"Making yourself one, too?" he inquired. Tom recognized the coquetry behind his wife's cousin's actions now. It reminded him of something and he was trying to think of what.

"I guess so..." Marli replied, feeling a little spark of desire germinating in her belly. His eyes... so blue... so full of... she knew not what. She only knew that Tom Courtnay was the most exciting man she had ever been in the same room with.

"Better be careful," Tom cautioned in a joking manner, "alcohol does strange things to little girls!"

Marli flushed angrily. Turning, she said, levelly, "I am not a little girl, Tom... you should be able to see that much. And you'd better watch out or Women's Lib is going to get you!"

"Oh, yes, Women's Lib..." Tom said. "Are you one of those?" he asked. "You must fill me in... most of the advisors are males as you know, and I can't afford to make a fatal slip. I presume that you've forgiven me by now for calling you a little girl?"

Marli handed him his new drink and he sipped from it reflectively, watching Marli as she sat down again across from him.

"Of course," Marli replied. She would forgive him anything, she thought impetuously. "And, I'll be glad to tell you everything that I know."

"Tell me about you, then!" Tom said. He knew now what she reminded him of... his own wife, Amanda the night before. "Christ," he thought, "Women's Lib or not, when a woman wants fucking you can tell it a mile away!"

As Marli began to talk, at first hesitantly, then easily, Tom mulled over in his mind whether or not he ought to. He needed some sleep, but then again he needed a little fun, too. Amanda would be sound asleep by now anyway, and he had a feeling that Marli was just hot-blooded enough to blot out the ugliness of old Herman's deal in his mind for that night at least. Tomorrow he would feel better about the whole thing, but tonight, he was still the honest dedicated P.A. Just one time wouldn't hurt anything he finally decided, watching Marli's full, red lips as she spoke. Maybe twice, and that would be the end of it.

"Why don't we go out on the terrace," he said, his mind made up. "Bring your drink, we'll look at the stars." Tom knew that they were in little danger of being surprised or even overheard out on the enclosed terrace. The glass doors would be closed over the screens for the night, and up above through the clear skylight they would be able to see the stars the sky had to offer.

Already Tom's cock was thickening as he walked along beside the well proportioned girl who was his wife's cousin. Casually, he slipped his arm around her waist. There was little need for words, he felt. He knew what she was doing there, and he would make sure she got what she wanted.

"I can tell you're no little girl," he whispered to her as they stepped onto the terrace.

Marli felt his breath hot near her ear, and throughout her martini soaked system, she felt a rush of emotion that seemed to block out all thought. She could see him closing the door to the house, and she stood uncertainly looking around her at the sparse furnishings of the terrace. Tom was back then, and he led her to an old deck sofa, that was wicker on the bottom and some sort of cool waterproof fabric on top. She suddenly felt confused and embarrassed and somehow everything was very difficult. She realized what was happening, and that in truth, it was she herself that had maneuvered it. Tom sat next to her, his piercing eyes looking at her with rapt attention. She felt a great tension between them, and she wanted to hurriedly back out of it... to tell him that it was all a dreadful mistake. But it wasn't. A strange magnetic current was drawing her to this man who had married her own young cousin. Why she and Amanda had been brought up like sisters, and now here she was with Amanda's husband! No matter what Amanda herself did, that was no excuse... Marli thought with rising panic. But when Tom leaned over to kiss her, she found that she did not resist, but welcomed his hard warm lips against hers. Her body suddenly let her know that it was sex-starved, and it responded to him immediately. He held her gently in his arms and she felt limp and submissive, sensing that no matter what he wanted, she would agree. Tom kissed her steadily and passionately for a long time, stopping only every now and then to catch his breath, and then his tongue would be back in Marli's mouth, reaching back toward her throat, pushing in an imitation of intercourse, his tongue a giant penis, her mouth a yearning wet cunt. At first, he restricted his advances to the long sensual kissing, but then meeting no resistance, he began to explore her body slowly, carefully. Her emerald hostess gown was parted down the front, and her bare breasts beneath were exposed to the dark terrace air. He ran his tongue down between them, deep into the slit that was cushioned by the swelling globes of her pale flesh. Marli felt herself melting, her body aflame with desire, her mind reaching out toward him. What she was feeling was more than an ordinary desire, it was magic... it was special.

"Take the rest off!" he growled, his voice husky with lust. The words pierced Marli like an arrow, releasing her completely from any thoughts of protest. Willingly, she stood and the material of her gown fell slowly to the ground. She stepped, completely naked from it, her body gleaming in the dark; for one brief moment she knew he was looking at her assessing her nakedness, and then he clasped her waist pulling her around so that her round firm buttocks were pulling against his loins. He was silent for a moment, and then he sat back down on the couch, pulling her along with him. She sat on his lap, facing the glass door that led down to the gardens. His hands slipped around to feel her nakedly quivering nipples and beneath her buttocks she felt the thrusting throb of his hard cock beneath his pants. The texture of his clothing, his shirt and his pants impressed itself upon her naked body and Marli found herself wishing that she could feel him naked against her. But his hands continued to create the thrilling shivers up and down from her breasts to her belly, and then he was fumbling with one of them down between her buttocks. She felt a slight shock as the metal of his zipper touched her skin for a second, and then the hot rubbery head of his cock was pressing between the moon circle of her buttocks.

"OOOH!" she gasped. "OH TOM!!"

"SHHHH..." he said, "just let me do it... next time we'll do what you want!"

Consumed by lust and already looking forward to a next time, Marli felt herself being lifted up by Tom's hands around her waist and then his hard cock was rubbing salaciously against the wet lips of her pussy as he set her back down on it.

"OH OH OH!" she gasped in surprise.

But Tom lifted up again just slightly so that the small aperture of her dark haired fringed cunt was throbbing right at the tip of his desire-hardened cock.

"You'll like it, Marli, I promise you that!" he groaned, already thrusting the circumference of his thick cock head upward between the silken hairs of her pussy, its warmth already seemed to penetrate there as it poised like an apple stuck up between her trembling thighs.

"MMMMMMmmmm you feel nice and tight!" Tom said.

"AAAAAOOOOOH!" Marli had never expected to find herself in this unusual position, not even facing her secret lover, as she sat looking away from him, her pale white buttocks spread above the thrusting rod of his cock.

She moaned to herself, the audacity of her own daring beginning to seem unbelievable now that she was about to be impaled by Tom Courtnay's surging penis.

"Spread your legs a little more," he whispered to her, positioning his hard cock so that it would enter easily, and then he began to push upward, straining into her tight little pussy.

"AAAAAHHHHHGHGHH!" she cried out as the big head pushed into the softly parting folds of her pussy. "Ooooooh!" The thick shaft jabbed upward, worming into her now seeping widespread pussy until it slipped between the nakedly throbbing membranes of her wet cunt. Tom paused, and seemed to catch his breath and then, holding his wife's cousin by the waist, he rammed her hips down onto his loins, impaling her swiftly upon his rigid cock.

Marli jerked convulsively as the length of it raced into her belly. It was a burgeoning uncontrollable object filling her every crevice, penetrating her so deeply that she felt she could not breathe or move. She felt as though its burning pleasure were ripping her soul and devouring it in great morsels of depraved sensuality.

"OH GOD OH GOD!" she cried out. She had never before been so filled up in her whole life, and his cock lay sunk deep up in her belly filling every part of her insides. She palpitated nakedly upon his lap, aware of the ludicrous image she must present, but unable to ignore the intense emotion that was inundating her. Tom grunted, lustfully behind her, and then neither of them made a sound for a moment. Outside a cricket chirped in the grass, and upstairs the other members of the household slept, unaware of Tom and Marli's lustful coupling. Then suddenly Tom flexed the head of his cock where it lay deeply ensconced in the uppermost regions of Marli's tightly clenched pussy. He brought a deep groan from her lips as he flexed again... another groan... and again, until her hot inner passage began to throb with desire. He began a slow revolving motion with his loins, grinding his thickened cock tightly up into her naked cunt, expanding the still clasping walls of h e r pussy until it clasped around his lust-hardened penis like a smoothly gripping vine. Marli began to react as the thought of her total surrender to this exciting man sent chills running along the base of her spine. She felt him beginning a slow rhythm, skewering wetly up into her as above him, her entire body twitched and writhed, her large breasts bouncing freely before her. She grabbed onto his wide spread legs for support clutching at the material of his trousers as head thrown back she groaned incessantly. He brought his lips forward to nibble at her neck, and to blow hotly into her ear as she began to quiver in uncontrolled abandon upon his thrusting lap. Her eyes were closed and her tongue slavered, licking at her own full lips and small mewling sounds rushed and rumbled from her throat. Tom moved into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping wet cunt and then he pulled down on her waist again sending his rock-hard penis shooting up between her thighs, while her jiggling buttocks descended upon his upper thighs. Marli rotated her hips upon the fleshy impaling member, her pussy dilating in time to its rhythmic beating at her softly creaming pussy. She was one with Titan Courtnay, they were merged into one fleshy mass of sensation, drawn magically together by their love-making! Her life would never be the same after this moment, she knew, and she could feel her climax approaching at a rapid pace. Tom tried to hold back as he felt her tiny contracting muscles inside her pussy nibbling hungrily at the inflated head of his cock. The swollen lips between her hair- lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, and then slid moistly down the full length of his cock as her soft pubic curls screwed tightly down against the base. He could feel the ever-widening passage of her helplessly aroused pussy flowering in greedy desire as his pounding penis plunged far inside her. She began to gyrate on her own; her motion becoming faster by the second, the tempo of her down thrusts upon his standing cock becoming more and more urgent. Her teeth bit hard into her lower lip as the juices of her milking pussy began to flow hard and wet sucking sounds rose to the glassed roof of the terrace.

"NNNNNnnnnnnnghh! UUNNNNNNNGH!" she grunted, and behind her, Tom groaned and quickened his stroke so that his big cock bore up into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaving and quivering upon her chest, the tiny naked nipples thrusting forward into the night air, Marli began to chant. "OOOHHHH IIIIIMMMMM CUMMING!! OH GOD IIIMMMM CUMMING!!!!!"

Her body, shamelessly naked, began to vibrate out of control. Great warm gushes of orgasmic fluid began to flood hot around Tom's pistoning cock, drowning his impaling prick, and trickling down the soft quivering sides of her thighs to spot his pants. He felt her jerk upward several times, and then grind hard down upon him as the lips of her climaxing cunt worked and sucked at his bursting penis until he knew that he had to cum. Marli's breath came in short desperate gasps as he thrust deep again feeling his own hot sperm shooting from the head of his tingling cock far into Marli's trembling belly.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" He lurched upward against her cushioning buttocks. Their juices mingled and flowed together as Marli slumped back upon Tom's seated form. She felt a wet pool of joy and passion inside her that she had never known could exist. She had been fucked by Tom Courtnay! The lewd word echoed in her brain, but there was no other word for it. She had been truly fucked, and she loved every minute of it!



Mason read the printed schedule groggily. His brother's valet, Krasky, doubled as his own when he stayed out at the country house, and the older man woke him early, reminding him that the entire family had to be up early that morning. Usually Mason made his own time, but this time, he remembered that he was expected to be on hand during the two-day excursion to Port Aux Basques.

"I'll be down for breakfast in half an hour," he said to Krasky as he tried to focus his blood-shot eyes on the print in front of him.

10:00a Avalon Airport.

Family Jet departs at 10:30a

Arrive Port Aux Basques 12:30p Greetings and Speech at Airport, local

Courtnay Club in full turnout.

1:30p Luncheon at local party club, TC in meetings until

4:00p

Free Time until 6:00p

Meet with local Club leaders and dinner at Hotel.

Free to 9:00p TC speech and question and answer period

during rally at Port Aux Basques Hall.

"Ugh!" Mason groaned. That was only the first day, he didn't bother to read the second sheet of paper. He hated going on these tours with his brothers but he couldn't expect to get out of it all the time. Harcourt was very conscious of what the public wanted, and he knew that it wanted to see the whole family out there working for Tom Courtnay. Much as he hated to admit it, Mason knew that Harcourt was right. He would go along and smile and try to look busy, and maybe he could find some kind of amusement for himself.

Then he remembered Amanda and the entire blurry events of the night before.

"Christ!" he exclaimed, as he headed for the shower, "and I almost got it in, too... just a few seconds more, and I would have been in!"

He laughed to himself as the hot water poured over his lean body, suddenly cheerful about the whole incident. He had little Amanda just where he wanted her, didn't he? The delicate taste of her golden blonde cunt still lingered on his lips until he showered it off, and he wondered why he'd let her get such a rise out of him when she scrambled away from him and headed for that side door.

"Must have been pretty looped myself," he mused, "to let a little cunt like that shake me up so!"

As he descended to the dining room, Mason showed little signs of the previous night's debauchery... his drinking with Amanda at the Club and his angry solitary drinking in his room afterward. He smiled brightly to the housekeeper, Eleanor, and when he saw the little maid, Iris, he patted her on the bottom affectionately.

"We'll do it again soon, honey!" he confided, watching her blush deep red and hurry away from him.

Tom was already at the table, and Mason pulled up his chair after a brief good morning. He knew that Tom did not like to be disturbed so early with banal chatter. The oldest brother perused his newspapers silently, munching on his fresh croissants and drinking his steaming hot coffee.

Harcourt entered shortly thereafter, and sat down.

"Wher're the girls?" he asked. "I hope Marli knows that she's expected to go along on this trip!" he growled sitting down.

"And Amanda'd better be ready on time!" Harcourt was rarely pleasant in the mornings, but they were all used to it.

Tom looked up briefly from the New York Times. He recalled that Amanda had really seemed out of it that morning, but he remembered that she was getting up as he came downstairs. But as for Marli, he had no idea if anyone had bothered to tell the attractive brunette that she would be expected along on the trip to Port Aux Basques. Momentarily, he let his mind dwell upon the way his wife's dark-haired cousin had cooed and crooned when his cock slipped higher and higher into her raging pussy. She really wanted it bad! Tom surmised.

"That's your job, Harcourt!" he suddenly blurted out. "If you didn't tell Marli she probably doesn't know unless Amanda asked her to come, and you can't be sure of that. Don't bother me with those petty things! I'll have to start having breakfast in my room if this keeps up!" Tom went back to his paper.

Justly chastised, Harcourt frowned and went upstairs to alert Marli. He had expected the newcomer to be up and about bright and early the way she had been on her first day, and he made a mental note to observe her to make sure she was not the type who would let him down in the lurch.



Iris scurried up the back stairs holding the small tray in her hands. She had been stunned to see the buzzer from Amanda's dressing-room ring, and to hear over the intercom that her employer wanted to have coffee and toast and jam brought to her room. Iris was used to the fact that her beautiful blonde mistress seemed to have no use for her whatsoever. All that Iris could do was to straighten up while Amanda was away, making sure that Amanda's bath salts never ran out. It was an easy job for her, and she had no complaints, even though it was clear that Amanda did not seem to be able to stand the sight of her. Iris had no idea that she had been observed that day, groaning and grinding her naked buttocks into the sand as she received Mason Courtnay's thrusting hard cock deep in her half- virgin pussy. Had she known, she would never have been able to stay in the Courtnay's employ. It was shameful enough for her now to have to live with the way she had behaved with the youngest brother of the family. And she only prayed that he would stay away from her, because she feared that a similar lapse might occur again. Certainly, he was one of the devil's agents!

Amanda watched as Iris set the tray down and began to pour the hot coffee into a cup. She had been lying in bed with a boric acid pack over her eyes trying to make the swelling go down. She had precious little time before she would have to forget all the horror that dwelled within her bones and go out and be a public figure again.

She looked at the pretty teenager who acted as though she expected to be screamed out of the room at any minute. She suddenly felt sorry for the girl. As sorry as she felt for herself.

"Iris!" she said, "that is your name, isn't it?"

Iris jumped and almost dropped the coffee pot. "Yes... yes, ma'am."

"Do you like Mr. Mason?" she inquired, not really certain what she was going to say.

"I... I..." Iris stammered frightened to death. Did Mrs. Courtnay know about that day at the beach?

"You must stay away from him, Iris, do you hear me?" Amanda said, her face contorted with emotion. "Even if you think you don't want to... You must be strong!"

"Y-yes... ma'am!" Iris burst into tears and went running from the room, her high heels clicking behind her.



It was 9:30p and Amanda Courtnay sat on the large platform in an uncomfortable folding chair. On either side of her sat her two brothers-in-law, Harcourt and Mason, her cousin, Marli, sat on the other side of Mason and various other members of the party, cohorts and their assistants, including the older woman who was Tom's secretary sat in a long row across the stage. Amanda watched her husband's back as he stood before them at the speaker's platform. She had long since stopped listening to his words, but she looked toward him with the expression of adoration that was expected of her. From time to time she would look out at the audience, and although the lights were bright against her eyes, she could catch a glimpse of a face here and there.

"We're all here on exhibition!" she thought, meanly. "They've just come to stare at us!"

She was overtly aware of the presence of the man she hated most in the world beside her. Her husband's younger brother had been sarcastically polite with her all day when they found themselves together. But she knew that he was only planning ways to get even with her for running away the night before. She had hoped to save some semblance of her honor by stopping the lewd plunder of her loins, but now she was not so certain that she had saved anything at all. The torrential orgasm that her brother-in- law had wrenched from her tongue-dipped pussy still seemed to resound in her belly, and she was in a constant province of arousal that she could do nothing to stop. She thought wildly of seeing a doctor, but she knew she would be forced into going to the Courtnay family man, to whom she could never confide her problems. Somewhere, somehow, she must seek help, though, she thought as the audience began to applaud, or else she would go crazy!

"Mother's coming tomorrow, you know... flying in from Avalon!" Mason whispered confidentially to her.

Amanda jumped at the evil sound of Mason's voice so near her ear. Trinity Courtnay! The very thought of it, that her dreadful mother-in-law would be there the following day was enough to make her want to break down and cry right then and there. She gave a sudden gasp and Harcourt turned and looked at her sharply.

"What's the matter with you Amanda? You look terrible. Get a hold of yourself!"

Amanda wanted to run into her husband's arms when at last he had finished with the questions from the audience. But it was impossible to reach him. Harcourt was already right next to him telling him that he had done better than was expected with the difficult questions about his position on Taiwan and he was elated that he had been so knowledgeable about the Women's Liberation movement. The others were crowding around and congratulating him and he was being pulled away toward the door.

Amanda followed, feeling lost and alone. When Marli came up beside her, Amanda turned to her cousin. "Oh, Marli," she said, tearfully, "never, never marry a politician. Your husband is never truly yours... he belongs to those others..." she gestured up ahead toward the moving crowd, centered by Tom Courtnay.

Marli, still thrilling to her sacred moments alone with Tom on the terrace, growled back at Amanda in a much nastier tone than she had meant to use, "It's your fault, Amanda... Tom is a very special man... and frankly, you don't act like you deserve him!!"

Amanda stood stock still as her cousin moved hurriedly away from her, after the disappearing crowd. Her mouth hung open in surprise at the bitterness of her cousin's attack, and then closed when she realized that someone might be watching her. Quickly, she headed toward the side door where she knew the limousines were waiting. She took the last one in the line, and ordered the startled driver to take her back to the hotel immediately. As the car pulled away, Amanda looked out the window. She could see Tom and the others emerging from the meeting hall via the back entrance. To her alarm, she saw that there were two young college girls who worked for the organization clinging to Tom's arms, and he was laughing his characteristic laugh and smiling down at them. Amanda plunged back into the dark seat, her eyes overflowing with tears and her blood seething with rage.

"I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she said out loud.

"Did you say something, Mrs. Courtnay?" the chauffeur inquired, and Amanda replied a terse, "no!" and pushed the button that rolled up the glass panel between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

The hotel suite was opulent, but Amanda found no pleasure in the baroque furnishings or the thickly carpeted floors. She had seen a thousand hotel rooms like these, and was due to see a thousand more before her husband reached the White House, after he won his seat in the Parliament. How many more years would it all take, and how old would she be when all the goals had been reached. More important, how old would she feel? Amanda lay crying upon the large double bed that she was certain would not be the scene of the intimacy she sought with her husband. Heaven only knew when he would get back to the hotel room, and by that time Amanda thought she might have gone so far as to do away with herself. But suicide was not the answer, Amanda knew that much as, still sobbing, she peered into the large bathroom mirror. Even her cousin, Marli had turned on her, but still she would not commit that final profanity. The phone rang jolting her back to the other room. Her hopes rose as she thought it might be Tom, wondering where she was and hoping that she would join him. Perhaps something could be salvaged of the mess she was in after all.

"Hi, Doll... It's me, your gorgeous brother-in-law. Your husband, the Minister, asked me to call. Wants to know where the hell you are?"

"I... I..." Amanda stammered.

"Well, I'll tell him you have a headache or something... obviously you're at the hotel. He won't be along for a while... there are a few people here... a couple of girls... some of the prettier sort, and...."

Amanda threw the telephone down onto the receiver, only to hear it ring again.

"You shouldn't ever hang up on a Courtnay, Amanda," Mason's voice droned. "You need something to soothe your nerves? Want me to drop by??"

Amanda suddenly screamed into the phone, "YES! YES!!! COME BY... COME RIGHT NOW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO MISS THE SHOW... IT'LL BE A GOOD SHOW I CAN PROMISE YOU THAT!!!" She hung up and ran into the bathroom, where she began to fling off her clothing.


Tom and Harcourt were locked in conversation with their host, the Mayor.

"Amanda says she'll wait for you at the hotel Tom," Mason declared.

"Okay, fine..." Tom replied, "nothing for her to do here anyway." He was a little annoyed that Marli was still hanging around, but said nothing since the young brunette sat in a corner going over the coming schedules for the next few weeks, and did nothing to bother him.

Tom turned to talk to the mayor, and Mason started to slip out. "Hey, where you going?" Harcourt asked, standing and going over to his younger brother.

Mason thought a second and then said to his brother, "Don't bother Tom with this, but I think Amanda is flipping at the hotel. I'm hotfooting it over to see what's wrong."

"Why don't you send Marli?" Harcourt asked, nodding toward the seated woman who was looking at them curiously. He then thought better of it, "No... you'd better go... I want to know all about it, whatever it is we've got to get her straightened out in a hurry, can't have her going around win a face a mile long, screwing everything up!"

"Yeah... that's what I thought," Mason replied, hurriedly leaving the room.

Marli looked up as the younger brother left, she began to fume as she surmised that he was going to meet her cousin Amanda at the hotel!


An angry and totally deranged Amanda flung the door open as Mason knocked. Shocked by her appearance, Mason hesitated at first at the door, but Amanda motioned him in dramatically.

"COME ON IN COURTNAY... DON'T MISS THE SHOW!"

Mason would have had difficulty recognizing Amanda had he not known for a fact that the woman facing him was his brother's wife. She had done something dreadful to her hair that made it stand up in teased puffs around her head, and the powder rouge and lipstick on her face seemed to be an inch thick at least. She wore long false eyelashes that made her look like a female impersonator, and it was clear that she had tried to make herself appear as cheap and tawdry as possible.

She wore a flowing pink negligee which might have appeared tastefully pink under ordinary circumstances, but which only looked as cheap and garish as the make-up she had applied.

She motioned Mason to a chair, and began to "perform" for him, her lips curling sarcastically as she began to mouth the ugly phrases that her distraught mind conjured up.

Mason flicked the "on" button of the small, expensive recording machine he held in his pocket.

"NOW YOU BASTARD... YOU WANTED IT... AND HERE IT IS!" Lewdly, Amanda began to do bumps and grinds around the room, and from the way her filmy negligee separated as she moved, Mason could see that his disturbed sister-in-law was completely naked underneath. The creamy smoothness of her legs appeared and disappeared as she slid and whirled, shook her hips and jiggled her breasts to an imaginary tune in her head.

"I... want a girl... ju... like... the... girl... that ... married dear old DAD!" she chanted, moving ever closer to her husband's brother. The normally sedate and cool young woman, so renowned for her poise in almost any situation, had finally let loose. And even though there weren't too many logical thoughts in Amanda's head, she knew that this was something that she'd been wanting to do for a long time. An elation took hold of her as her acts grew more and more outrageous. She beamed proudly, her eyes glittering, watching the man who had been her tormentor as he sat staring at her antics.

With lewd, provocative motions, she reached under her gown, pulling the top clasp apart and baring her magnificently proud and full rippled breasts. Holding one in each hand, she shimmied her hips so that the blonde triangle of her willingly exposed cunt beckoned obscenely to the young man sitting in the chair. Having gotten over his initial astonishment, Mason began to smile in an amused manner. He lifted his hands and clapped them together in applause.

"If you've wanted to make yourself look like a whore, you've succeeded. Although I must admit that even whores look quite different these days."

His insults passed over Amanda's head as she slowly slipped out of her negligee. "What do you think of this?" she cooed, grinning in lewd invitation, pushing her curvy little buttocks out provocatively and mincing around his chair in a wide circle. She kept both hands on her sleek and well proportioned hips, and threw her head back as she walked, her hips swaying enticingly.

"Very good!" Mason applauded some more. He was beginning to get truly excited by Amanda's outrageous performance. The fact that he was responsible for this beautiful woman's turning herself into a parody of a burlesque dancer, was keenly appreciated by his more perverse nature.

"Very good, indeed!" he cried.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" Amanda declared, pushed toward the extremes of her jangling nerves. She advanced toward him cupping her breasts, letting the ripe ivory toned roundness of them nestle in her palms, thrusting out the large rosy nipples jubilantly.

Defiantly, she spread her long sensuous legs right in front of him, and watched with satisfaction as her husband's brother's eyes were glued to her fingers as she spread the puffy golden- haired lips of her pussy, and revealed the glistening inner lips of her tight cunt. Mason couldn't keep his eyes off it. Although he had known its slippery interior intimately only the night before, it still contained a mystery and a lure that he could not resist. HIS BROTHER'S WIFE! He reached forward for her, clasping her around the buttocks and pulling her lewdly presented pussy to his face. He burrowed his lips in the wet inner split, growling passionately as he realized that his dream was going to come true in a few moments. He was going to fuck his brother Tom's wife!

Amanda's unnatural bravado snapped as soon as Mason's hands were upon her however, and she began to scream, "Stop! Stop!!"

But Mason held her tight, his hands hot and rough, and although she clawed out in a nightmarish fury, kicking and biting at him, he was too determined and too strong for her. It only took him a few moments to subdue her, holding her down on the thick carpet, keeping her arms pinned to her naked sides. He knelt over her and looked triumphantly.

Smirking devilishly, one hand rose up and began to massage her right breast. Amanda wriggled and screamed, "NO, NO, NO!"

"Got nice tits!" Mason whispered, fondling harder, searching for the nipple. Finding it, he pinched hard until it grew rigid beneath his fingers. His other hand was moving down and just as Amanda was trying to get her knee up to get him in the groin, his hand slipped up into the fully spread, unprotected slit of her pussy.

Amanda's head fell backward as she was stunned by the searing contact. She tried to resist the blinding flash of lust that sprang up within her, but it was impossible. Too much had already been set in motion. Then all the rest was like a slow motion dream. It was happening to another person... another woman completely... certainly not Amanda Courtnay. Amanda could watch that other woman, that passionate, lewd creature who had lured Mason on. She could look on from a great distance as the woman did and said things that she herself would never do. Her thighs and belly were afire and all the excitement that she had been yearning for with her husband was there. When Mason freed his imperiously erect cock with hurried impatience, he guided it straight toward the pink defenseless lips of her pussy, heading him toward the already wet and open spot that was ready to be fully penetrated.

"OOOOOOOOoooohhhhhhhhHHHHH!! MASON!! MASON!!" she cried out, a long wail of delight escaped from her brightly painted lips as Amanda lay back trembling beneath her brother-in-law's thrusting prick. It felt so good that she was afraid to move. How long had it been since she had felt a man's cock inside her ... promising her fulfillment, a man fucking her... wanting her ... GIVING IT TO HER!

God, she needed it... needed it even more than she had known! She strained up against him, nakedly grinding against his clothing, wanting him deeper inside her yearning moist cunt.

"FUCK DEEPER FUCK DEEPER DEEPER!" she cried, clutching up at him and drawing him down closer to her full breasts, pushing against the harsh fabric of his clothes as Mason grabbed the wavering cheeks of Amanda's buttocks and drove into her stallion- like his hardness striking far into the gaping wetness of her willingly wide-spread pussy.

"OH GOD!" she moaned, "OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" These were the only words that counted now. All of Mrs. Tom Courtnay's obligations were gone now, blissfully shattered, smashed by the fucking cock in her womb... all thoughts of her strangely silent husband, of his possible infidelities... all the peering, prying newspapers... all had disappeared. Amanda splayed her legs out as wide as she could and allowed the thick blood filled cock of her husband's baby brother to smash and plunder her aching, lust- filled cunt into a blissful province of ecstasy.

"IT'S GOOD IT'S GOOD IT'S GOOD!!" she cried out, receiving the brutal force of him in a province of raw, unadulterated lust. With wanton abandon she began her orgasm, "SSSSSSSNNNNNNNAAAAAAARRRREEEE!" letting it strike her incredibly hard in a crashing, sharply spiraling tornado that spun her in all directions at once. She knew it would be followed by another and then another until all of her lust was milked from her hotly glistening cunt!

When Amanda lay in a crumpled mass of quivering spent flesh beneath him, Mason knelt over her panting triumphantly.

"I fucked the living shit out of her!" he thought to himself excitedly. She had toyed around with him long enough and finally he had gotten to throw it to her. He went over her past impertinences with delight, looking at her pale face as she lay on the floor in a semi-swoon beneath him. The only thing that bothered him was the thought that he might have given her too much pleasure! His wetly, glistening cock began to rise from its drooping province as a thought occurred to him. She wouldn't get away so easy after all! He'd make sure she really remembered their night together, just in case he never got a chance at his brother's wife again!

"KNEEL UP!" he shouted briskly. There wasn't all that much time. He could count on Tom being gone at least another hour probably but no more.

Amanda slowly emerged from the never-never land in which she had been floating, there she was queen of all she surveyed, a heavenly drifting creature who needed no food or water to survive, only love. The harsh sound of Mason's voice brought her slowly back to a reality she did not want to face, and when finally she opened her eyes to his rough shaking, she closed them again right away. It was as though someone had tossed cold water on her. She was the old Amanda, not the person who had so enjoyed her brother- in-law's hard, lewd caresses. Her mind began to hum with the horrid realization that he wanted something more from her, something other than what she had already done. Oh god help me! she thought, perhaps if I go along with him he'll leave... it will all be over sooner! She needed time to think. How could she have gone off the deep end so completely. Was her mind going? Shamefully the memory of her obscene behavior earlier in the evening came back to haunt her. Down between her legs she felt achey and abused, whatever pleasure she had been feeling at the time seemed erased. She felt herself being bodily lifted from the rug, and she blushed for her nakedness, for her thick ugly make-up, for everything she had done. When she was positioned away from hen, on her knees, she looked across at the exquisite furnishings of the hotel room and winced that such acts of incestuous proportions were taking place in such refined surroundings. Behind her, Mason peered down at her tanned wide-spread buttocks, deciding that he would truly humiliate Amanda this time.

"NOW SPREAD THOSE LEGS WIDER!" he commanded. He had gotten naked behind her, the better to enjoy himself, and his thick pulsing cock stood out forward from his loins, its heavily veined shaft pointing at the split between Amanda's unsuspecting buttock cheeks. Leaning over, hollowly and deliberately parted the cheeks of her rounded buttocks wider than they would normally go. He heard her moan and then with a perverse smile on his lips, pushed his index finger forward. Amanda's long tapered legs were spread so far apart that she could feel the pull of her tendons where her thighs joined the area of her used pussy. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her ass and she realized with alarm that Mason was working his finger into her back there. His finger was thick and with a sudden sinking feeling, Amanda knew that her husband's brother was going to try to push it all the way in. She tried to wriggle away from him as his finger began to turn in the deep rubbery channel of her ass, sliding steadily inward and then pulling out and pushing back in with abrupt jerking motions that made her bellow out with pain.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHH!" The pain was horrible, and even worse than that, the idea of what he was doing to her! No one had ever touched her back there, and it felt decidedly hideous and abnormal.

"PLEE... PLEASE... Haven't you done enough!!" she begged, but as an answer to her pleas, Mason decided to try to force another finger in beside the first, and placing the second thick digit to the entrance of her roundly stretched ass, he let it worm its way in beside the other, watching gleefully as Amanda jiggled and squirmed, trying to cringe away. But Mason pulled her buttocks back, making her remain in the humiliating lewd kneeling position that made her rear passage wide-open to his obscene attentions.

"YOU LITTLE CUNT!" he cursed, "I'm gonna fuck that tight little high-and-mighty ass of yours, the one you've been shaking at my cock for so long!"

Amanda's face reddened, "OH WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE!" she thought "WHAT THIS AWFUL MOMENT HAVE TO DO WITH AMANDA COURTNAY!!" She was being punished for every lewd desire her body had known! If only she had been chaste and faithful to her husband! It occurred to her dazed mind that her cousin Marli was probably right... a wife's place is beside her husband no matter what... she had been seriously remiss... despite the pressures of her life... the perfection that was expected of her... living not with a man at all, but with a figure-head! But she should have tried harder... should never have broken under the strain! Tears ran down her cheeks and her long blonde hair fell forward in her eyes. Its teased locks, like cotton candy made her shudder as she tried to support herself on her elbows. The pain in her ass was fierce, and she began to pitch forward propelled by Mason's drubbing fingers.

"OH MASON I CAN'T STAND IT... YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!!" But she knew that he was deliberately trying to hurt her as much as possible and the thought suddenly terrified her.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she screamed as his fingers shoved sharply and suddenly forward.

"Oh Lord let it be over soon, please!!" she mumbled, "let it be over!!"

She felt his hard stomach pressing up against her buttocks, and the thick warm shaft of his cock touching her back there and then his fingers were sliding out abruptly with a small plopping sound that signified that her stretched rectal passage was treated to a relief she could not help sighing over. But then with a dread certainty of what was about to happen, Amanda felt the hardness of Mason's cock running up and down the thin moist slit that stretched from the soft open lips of her well-fucked pussy to the base of her spine. Mason let his hands roam teasingly all over her legs, her hips, her belly, and everywhere that he touched, Amanda felt her skin cringing away from him. She whimpered softly, wondering seriously if she had died and gone to hell. Then Mason's fingers slipped into the warm hairy lips between her thighs, the obscenely wriggling fingers slid wetly upward into the thoroughly moistened slit of her pussy.

"HEY YOU'RE ALL WET... NOW I KNOW YOU WANT IT!!" he exclaimed jubilantly, "but want it or not, here it comes!!"

"NO NO NO... I DON'T... I DON'T!!" Amanda declared, but Mason's desire-hardened cock rose angrily against the tiny opening of his blonde sister-in-law's ass, and he let its thickened girth spread the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks wide to admit him. Sadistically, he began to rock and push against her, working forward all the time, again pulling her helpless kneeling body back toward him so that eventually the smooth rubbery tip of his cock entered with a small sound into the tightly clenching elasticity of the young blonde politician's wife's resisting anal passage.

"By the way, Amanda," Mason grunted evilly, "all that stuff I told you about Tom and that girl, I just made it up!!"

"AAAAaaaaaaaarrghghghgh!!!" Amanda twisted desperately, trying her best to get away from the red hot searing pain in her ass. Mason's cock was sinking further and further into the tight dark virgin passage of her ass and to the physical pain was added a dreadful shameful pain of humiliation that hurt even more.

What had she ever done in her to deserve this, she wondered, as weak and debilitated she tried to hold up under the terrible scourging thing in her bowels. She could feel her husband's brother beginning to warm to his task as the young lawyer began to moan out his lust behind her. The hot touch of his hands on her hanging breasts sickened her as slowly he began to knead the trembling naked flesh with a harsh steady motion.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHH it hurts terribly!!" she cried. "NO ONE HAS EVERRRRRRHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAGHGHGHHH!"

"Fuck back!" he ordered, tersely. He had never felt anything quite like Amanda Courtnay's straining tormented ass squeezing all around his cock, and a wide lascivious grin spread across his face. "Fuck back! There's more room in there!" he cried.

"OH GOD IT'S TOO BIG... IT HURTS TOO MUCH!!"

She gasped for breath as the surging pole of flesh dug its way deeper and deeper into her virgin ass. Amanda groaned as Mason's loins smacked nakedly against the softness of her trembling wide-held buttock cheeks. She heard him emit a harsh whine of passion as she tried to obey his commands and began to push hard. If he only would cum, it would an be over, she realized and the thought was like a shining ray of hope in her pain dazzled brain. With a gratified groan, Mason began to saw rhythmically deep into the soft confines of Amanda's helplessly exposed ass. Gasping for air himself, he saw the end coming soon, and began spearing savagely and shudderingly without the slightest mercy deep into the softness of her palpitating back passage. Beneath him he could feel her entire body quaking, and as his hands slipped once more into the golden triangle of her hairy cunt, he felt her whole body give a lurch, and she was moving against him in a new way. The sound she was making was different, too, as though through the pain she was getting something else, and frantically Mason began to slither deeper and deeper inside her tortured ass tantalizingly, more than he thought it ever possible to go. His fingers plied the delicate ragged edges of Amanda's seeping cunt, and he watched mesmerized as the reddish skin of her little round ass drew back with his cock each time he withdrew. His balls ached and tingled as he smacked loudly up against bus sister-in-law's buttocks and his cock felt like it was bursting with tiny sparks of hot intense pleasure as Amanda began to moan and undulate her buttocks back against him. By degrees the pain lessened and the stimulation of Mason's fingers at her already inundated pussy began to wring from her a crazy new kind of pleasure that made her bare her teeth and wag her head from side to side. Her own brother-in-law was sodomizing her! The very thought sent a huge ripple of perverse pleasure throughout Amanda's trembling body, bringing back a bit of that feeling of rebellion that she had felt before. She tried to reason against it, but now each time Mason's thrust of his swollen surging prick shoved brutally forward, she would squirm back onto the pain of his cock until she was soon through the pain and into an all pervading masochistic ecstasy. The pain had become pleasure by some mysterious transformation, the humiliation had become joy and even triumph.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH... OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Amanda began to moan, half in pain, half in pleasure. Mason pulled her far, far back onto his thrusting cock, now swollen beyond anything he had ever experienced before. It felt like a rock rising high inside Amanda's stretched ass.

"OH... OH... OH BABY!! BABY... SONNY'S GONNA CUM... SONNY'S GONNA CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" In his ecstasy, he used the old family expression for him, the baby of them all, and letting his head fall back he roared out, "IIIIIIIIIIIII... IIIIIIIIIII ... FUCK BACK FUCK BACK FUCK FUCK... SONNY'S CUMMMMMMMING!!!!"

And beneath his back breaking thrusts, Amanda felt the first splashing torrents of her brother-in-law's hot white semen spluttering into the depths of her heretofore untouched ass, its warmth surging through her naked abused body like a volcanic eruption. The never before felt sensation sparked off her own climax, and once more that night she screamed as a great rush of pleasure ripped through her.

"OOOOOHHHHH NNNNN00000!" The hot thick sperm ran down the crevice of her wide split buttocks to the slit of her nakedly quivering pussy where it met her own fluid and the two mingled warmly as they seeped down her legs and onto the carpet beneath the sweat-glistening panting bodies of brother and sister-in-law.

"WHAT A LAY!!" Mason muttered as he fell across Amanda's spent nakedness, congratulating himself on his own enterprising planning.


Trinity Courtnay smiled for the photographers and kissed her son affectionately. She was secretly pleased that her daughter- in-law Amanda was not present for the photographs, even though she had told the family that she was deeply insulted that Amanda couldn't even get out of bed to see her.

"Courtnays don't get sick!" she told Tom, sternly, when he tried to explain his wife's sudden illness to her. "At least not when they're campaigning, they don't!!" she added.

Marli stood nearby and thought she could not agree more. How Amanda could stay away on this important day was more than she could fathom. They would be leaving Port Aux Basques that night, and the bulk of campaigning was being done during the day. Trinity Courtnay had flown in with her own entourage, looking fit and hearty for a woman of her years, and the crowds gathered wherever they went, anxious to see all of the famous family together. Only Amanda was absent, locked in the hotel room, complaining of fever and chills and producing thermometers to prove it. By night time the entire group was exhausted, and when it came time to go to the airport, Tom and his mother waited in a limousine outside the hotel for his wife to come down. Marli had made sure that everything was packed and had helped Amanda get ready. As she watched Amanda getting uncertainly to her feet, Marli had to admit that her cousin did look sick. But not feeling very charitable toward her idol's wife and remembering the young senatorial candidate's stiff hard cock rising in her trembling cunt, scowled at Amanda and inquired, "Such a sudden illness... what did you do last night to bring it on?"

Amanda remained silent and tight-lipped. What on earth had ever made her think that she and Marli were as close as sisters? Obviously there was no one in the entire world she could depend on ... not even herself! She wondered vaguely if Marli suspected that Mason had come to visit her, but then brushed it aside. No one would ever suspect the depths of degradation she had been dragged through by her evil brother-in-law!

"Probably screwing too much!" Marli thought to herself bitterly, imagining herself as the chaste and efficient wife of Tom Courtnay. How much more suited for the job she was than her younger cousin! The comparison was almost embarrassing. Poor Tom, if only he knew. But once more, she reminded herself that she couldn't possibly do such a thing as tell Tom what she knew about Amanda. She would have to suffer in silence while Tom went along believing his wife Amanda to be a faithful and obedient wife!

"Well, let's go!" she said briskly. "You know if you'd travel with your maid, you wouldn't need me to do so many of these things for you!"

"Perhaps I don't need you to do anything for me!" Amanda suddenly snapped back. Just how much abuse was she supposed to take from her cousin? She had brought her there to help her when she needed her most but the older girl's presence thus far had only served to aggravate things. She gathered herself up and walked straight and tall in front of the startled brunette. She began to call upon deep wells of courage inside her as she reached the elevator and knew that within moments she would be facing her eagle-eyed mother-in-law. She pushed Marli to the back of her mind, she would have to deal with her later. Right now she needed all the strength she could muster.

Marli followed in stunned silence and saw Amanda into the limousine. Then she went to the next waiting car and got in beside the two brothers, Harcourt and Mason. She saw Mason put something away in his pocket as she got in beside the two brothers, and she wondered what it was. Obviously, the two brothers were talking about something that they did not want her to hear, for there was sudden silence as she got in.

"Amanda any better?" Harcourt asked.

"Seemed much better," Marli replied. "I think she'll be fine after another day's rest."

"She's got that speech at the Woman's Club in Avalon," Harcourt muttered darkly. "She'd feel better by day after tomorrow!"

In the front car, Trinity Courtnay turned toward Amanda as they started off to the waiting airport and the two waiting private planes.

"Tom tells me this illness came on suddenly last night! You poor dear! Don't trust these hick doctors. When you get back to Avalon, I'm sending Dr. Corillo right over to you. He'll fix you up!"

"Right, Tom?" Trinity gave her handsome blonde son's hand a squeeze. Tom was looking out the window, thinking of how it would feel to pass these same bleak streets not as Tom Courtnay, P.A. of Avalon, but Minister Tom Courtnay.

"Tom needs you to be well for him, Amanda," Trinity went on. "Remember... we Courtnays have a tradition to uphold. We are before the public eye, and the public is very demanding. Nevertheless, we will show our breeding and our backbone!

Amanda set her teeth. "Yes, Mother Courtnay," she replied. "Yes, I know, Mother Courtnay." Back between her sore buttocks she still felt a horrible pain, a terrible memory of her evening with her husband's brother. The lips of her pussy were sore and raw, and so far the ointments she had applied had not helped at all. She ached all over. It had not been hard to fake the thermometers, and when the doctor had found her temperature normal, he'd declared that these things come and go rapidly. "Had three cases of this flu already this week, the only thing for it really is bed and rest. But I'll give you a shot, and you can get this prescription filled. Take the pills every four hours. I must say I've never seen such a famous patient. My little girls will be thrilled!"

"Take care of my boy, now Amanda... I'm sending that darling, Dr. Corillo right over... he'll give you some of those special shots he gives me, and you'll be fit as a fiddle. Make sure that Tom gets some rest now. He looks tired, and oh, yes, I'll see you for certain before the big dinner at the governor's mansion." Trinity Courtnay headed away from them on the air-strip toward her own plane and her waiting entourage. She waved gaily to them after kissing them both goodbye, and paused to kiss her other two boys, Harcourt and Mason, who stood nearby. Her veils blew in the strong wind, and her still shapely legs moved briskly away from them. They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and then they moved toward the ramp of the airplane that would carry them home to Avalon.


"Sorry to leave you sick in bed, Amanda." Tom looked at his wife's wan features as she lay propped on her own pillows in the family home. Got to go to talk with the district leader over in the south district. I may be late! Did Dr. Corillo give you those shots?" Tom put as much faith in the family doctor as his mother did, and he was confident that his wife's sudden virus would be over in record time. It was not like Amanda to be sick, and he was counting on her getting back into the swing of things right away.

"Yes, Tom, I'll be fine by tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll make that speech on highway beautification at the Woman's Club. I promise you, I won't cancel out," Amanda told him just what she knew that Tom wanted to hear from her, and she wished that he would go and leave her alone. She had spent the entire day in her room, seeing no one at all. At midday she asked Krasky to bring her up a little toast and broth, but that was all. The older man, her husband's valet, had been surprised when she did not ask to see her maid Iris to perform that simple task, but he was more than willing to comply with Mrs. Courtnay's wishes.


"I... want... a girl... just... like the... girl... that married dear... old DAD!" Harcourt pushed the advance button on the tiny recording machine. "You ain't seen nothing yet!!" the female voice spit out.

Harcourt was listening to the carefully edited tape that Mason had made during his night with Amanda at the Port Aux Basques Hotel. Across from him sat his younger brother, Mason, also listening to the lewd tape.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!! Mason!! Mason!!" the voice cried out, and there followed the unmistakable sounds of intense love-making: "FUCK DEEPER! FUCK DEEPER DEEPER... DEEPER!!!"

Harcourt heard the tape through, his face growing redder and redder as the sounds of abandoned climax followed one tumbling upon another, and when the obscene recording was finally over, he groaned and sat back in his chair. He actually had only heard a part of the tape in the limousine, but now he knew the full story. It had been hard for him to believe that the woman on the tape was his brother Tom's lady-like wife, but finally, it was impossible not to recognize her voice, even though she was undergoing the stresses and strains of making love with his baby brother Mason. He sighed and sat all the way back in his chair, staring into space in the direction of the book-lined library.

"What else was I to do?" Mason inquired. "Any man would have done the same. She seemed to want it so bad..."

"And you just gave her what she wanted..." Harcourt finished for him. "Do you expect me to believe that Amanda has turned into some kind of nympho?" he continued, glaring at his brother.

Mason hadn't been able to keep his conquest of Amanda to himself. His own motivation for letting his brother Harcourt in on it was uncertain. He had felt a real need to have someone else know how he had gotten into Amanda's tight little blonde cunt, and the only person in the world he could tell was his middle brother Harcourt. Harcourt had asked him after all for a detailed account of Amanda's problem, and he had done nothing more than what his brother had asked of him. It sewed Amanda right, though, he thought, to have Harcourt think she was a nympho... maybe she was for all he knew... the way she'd been standing there on the dunes that day with her fingers in her cunt while he and Iris, the maid, were at it in the sand.

"Believe what you want!" Mason replied.

"Well, I don't believe it... something must have happened ... something to make her act like that... did you do anything ...???"

"WHO ME??" Mason hunched his shoulders innocently.

He suddenly felt angry. No one ever believed him. He was tired of getting kicked around by his two older brothers. It had been going on since he was a baby, and he felt just as rebellious against it now as he had then.

"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you then!" he declared.

"Well, I'm going to need more proof than that... If Amanda's really sick going to have to get fixed up and fast."

"Meet me in her room in 2 hours. We'll talk to her together," Mason suggested, a sudden idea coming to him.

"Why 2 hours?" Harcourt inquired.

"Oh, I have some things to take care of first," Mason replied, breezily.

"All right, I'll go along with you." He looked at his watch. Two hours, that would make it 8:45p

"I'll be there." Harcourt watched Mason swing out of the door. Then he went over and locked the door carefully. He went back to his chair and turned the tiny pocket recorder on once more.

"This is dynamite!" he thought, realizing that he would have to destroy the incriminating tape of Amanda's voice.

"IT'S GOOD!! IT'S GOOD!!" she cried out, and the background noises were of such an obscene nature that Harcourt couldn't help but be affected by it. He pushed the rewind button and listened from the beginning, feeling his dormant penis begin to rise slowly but surely with each passionate groan that me small speaker emitted.

And to think that's Amanda, he thought, over and over again. He had never been particularly fond of his brother Tom's wife, but he had always had to admit that she was one of the best looking women he'd ever laid eyes on... if not the best looking woman. Sometimes at night when finally he got to bed after a long day's and evening's work, he would think of her... especially in those early days when she and Tom had first gotten married, and he knew that they were screwing hell out of each other all of the time!

His own sex life was almost nonexistent, but it was rarely that he bothered to think about it. His life was consumed by other, more important things. He usually brushed away the little girls and the society women who wanted to throw themselves at any Courtnay, although from time to time he succumbed. Harcourt was thinking that one of those times was near. His body felt in sore need of release from the tensions it usually knew, and he was going to have to go out and find himself a woman. Nothing difficult about that... it was only annoying because it took precious time away from his other activities.

He tried to concentrate on just how he would have to deal with his sister-in-law's sexual problem... if it was a problem ... he wondered if Dr. Corillo would be knowledgeable and trustworthy enough to deal with this rather sensitive problem and be able to treat her? But he could not continue to think rationally as long as the tape was on. Yet, he continued to listen to its lewd contents, while his burgeoning cock stirred lustfully upright between his legs.


Iris backed away from Mason's roving fingers. He moved his thumbs against the tips of her nipples where they lay beneath the front of her uniform, pushing hard against them and pressing the soft firm breasts back against her chest. She backed up against the wall of the stable several yards away from the house, where Mason had asked her to meet him. It was dark and she was cold, the sea air rushing in over the land created a cool breeze that people stuck in the heart of downtown Avalon were not lucky enough to have on hot August nights. Iris looked up fearfully into Mason's face. She remembered what Amanda Courtnay had told her about resisting Mason, no matter what. But she did not seem to be able to stop his fingers at her breasts, and how could she resist him, anyway? He was who he was, and she was who she was!

"I don't have to do what you say..." she muttered in an attempt at defiance. "You're not really my employer!" she gasped.

"Oh, but I am; it's the Courtnay Corporation that hires you, love, and I'm a major stockholder, not to mention a vice- prime minister. So forget that little ploy." His hands moved along the teenager's quaking hips and thighs. His loins pressed forward against hers, and he felt her tremble as his hard cock pushed against her belly.

"All that is beside the point, anyway, sweetheart. I'm not going to fuck you again... not tonight, anyway... I just want you to do something for me. Take this medicine up to Mrs. Courtnay. The doctor just had it sent over. You tell her the doctor said to take two teaspoons right away. Stay there until she takes it."

Iris clasped the tiny brown bottle in her hand. She felt relieved, but also strangely let down. If that was all he wanted of her... she could easily do that.

"But..." she started. Mason's fingers moved upward toward the dark haired split of her hidden pussy, his forefinger slipping in under the elastic of her nylon panties, pushing forthrightly against the tip of her hidden clitoris.

"Uuuuunhh!" she gasped, her whole body remembering the day on the beach with the young lawyer. She had not even gotten a letter from her boyfriend in Bosnia yet, but she'd read an article about how the soldiers carried on with Vietnamese girls. It made her feel better about the sinful way she kept thinking of young Mason Courtnay all the time.

"You take it right now, love. Hurry up!" Mason whispered into her ear. "You and I will have our meeting soon enough!"

His finger made one last upward motion into the thin wet lips of her minuscule pussy, and then he whisked it out, spun Iris around, and, giving a pat on her tight little buttocks, sent her off toward the house.


Amanda lay in bed, a light crocheted shawl that she had bought on her honeymoon trip to Italy tossed over her revealing silk nightgown. She had dutifully taken the medicine that Iris had brought up. It had a bitter taste, but Amanda was sure that it must contain something special to make her regain her strength. Already, she seemed to feel a great deal better. Resting in bed all the long day had helped her a lot, and now she didn't feel in the least bit sleepy. She tried reading one of the many books she kept at her bedside, but, though she riffled through several of them, none seemed to strike the right chord. She could feel her mind as well as her body mending now as she managed to assimilate the horrible things that she had endured with Mason into the thoughts that seemed a bit more formulated. She felt that she had probably paid off her debt to Mason... the price had been terrible, but at least it was over. He could not help but be satisfied by what he had done to her. She would prove herself to be as strong as any Courtnay by getting over it... by carrying on with her life as though it had never happened. She had made a dreadful mistake, and her own body had deceived her, making her act in ways she had never dreamed of, but now, all desire was slaked from her system... she thought. What a relief to know some kind of peace from those inner torments. Amanda picked up the latest copy of WEEKLY magazine, and looked at her own picture on the cover. Her fine perfect features were as exciting as any movie star's, and for once, Amanda felt a surge of pride as she remembered that she was more than a movie star... she was the wife of Tom Courtnay, a position that held the glamour of stardom, but also held all the importance of being the spouse of a man who was serving the country. She put the book down and closed her eyes, thinking that she must somehow have strained them. The picture had suddenly blurred out of focus. She ran her fingers through the light weight of her long, beautifully brushed blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all over, so warm in fact that she had to remove the shawl from her shoulders, and indeed she felt like removing her nightgown. Her tongue was thick in her mouth, and suddenly she felt completely parched. Amanda jumped up and hurried into the bathroom, where she removed her gown, slipping on a shorter one that lay neatly folded in a chest. Then she drew herself a large glass of water and drank it down, noting it did little to make her feel cooler. She stepped under the shower and turned on the cold water. The feel of the water on her deep peach toned naked body began to inflame her. Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated her beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of desire. What's happening... what's happening to me! she wondered aloud, hurrying from the shower and going to her medicine cabinet where she withdrew a small tin of salve. She dipped her fingers into the salve and then spread 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. Krasky answered almost immediately.

"KRASKY... GET UP HERE RIGHT AWAY... I NEED HELP!!" she cried in desperation.

"YES M'AM!" Krasky turned from the intercom and passing the curious Iris, he made his way toward the back stairway. He did not know what might be wrong with Mrs. Courtnay, but he was prepared to offer any assistance that he could, and he hurried up the stairs, panting at the untoward effort.

Krasky entered the spacious bedroom that Tom and Amanda Courtnay shared and seeing no one gravitated toward the dressing room. There he was stunned to see Amanda Courtnay'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 pussy. 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.

"UUUUUUUuuuuuunghh!" Amanda's terror-filled eyes turned to Krasky 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.

" KRASKY... KRASKY... KRASKY... 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!"

Krasky stepped hesitantly into the room. Nothing in his many years of experience with the Courtnay 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 Amanda'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. Amanda 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. Krasky 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 Krasky. 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.

"KRASKY... Krasky!!!" she implored. YOU... I HAVE TO HAVE YOU!!!"

Her fingers were already reaching out for the elegantly tailored front of Krasky's trousers, where she found the buttons of his fly and began to undo them. "I can feel something in there, Krasky, I know I do!!" she said wildly. "Krasky... 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 Amanda'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. Courtnay!" The older man's face was flushed, and he could not quite get out the words he wanted to say, for Amanda 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.


Marli 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 Harcourt and his brother, Mason were up to.

Harcourt turned off the tape recorder and looked at his watch. Only 8:30p but he saw no reason why he should wait until 8:45p to meet his other brother Mason 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 Tom Courtnay go alone to meet with the Provincial 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 Amanda go until later, though. Time was of the essence!

Downstairs, Marli slipped into the study and closed the door behind her. There was no answer to his knock on Amanda's door and Harcourt 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, Amanda, bounced and gyrated nakedly over the valet's beet red cock, spearing her own tingling pussy with the rock-hard penis as she lunged up and down upon it. Behind, Krasky was attempting to thrust a gilded candle in between her flexing cushiony buttocks, to the encouragement of Amanda's shrieking lewd words. "PUSH IT IN KRASKY... STICK IT IN MY ASSSSSSS!!!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

Dutifully Krasky pushed the candle in as hard as he could, worming it around as Amanda'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. Harcourt stood petrified for a long moment. All that Mason had said was true... and it was for worse than he thought. Nevertheless, Harcourt 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 Tom's wife!

At that moment Amanda looked up and saw him. She didn't recognize him, only saw a man standing there. "WHO IS IT?" she said, and then added, "WHOEVER IT 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 province that only rubbing and fucking would help. With only a second's hesitation, Harcourt 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!!

Harcourt saw Krasky trying to scramble out from under Amanda's determined body, his eyes full of fear now that he had seen Harcourt enter the room. With a groan, Harcourt told the older man that it was all right. Then he bent and lifted Amanda up, and Krasky stood up beside them. Amanda clambered against Harcourt 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.

"Tom... Tom... is it you... oh fuck me darling... Tom, fuck me... fuck me!!!"

Harcourt picked her legs up and bracing himself against the wall, thrust her gaping wide cunt hard down upon his exposed hardness. His speeding cock drove hard, up and up into her wide-held pussy as her legs clasped around his waist. He bumped his loins forward to start a hard screwing motion into her tormented cunt that made her keen and croon loudly.

"DON'T FORGET THE BACK... FUCK ME IN THE BACK TOO!!! OH SOMEONE PLEASE DO IT IN THE BACK!!" she implored.

Krasky had stood by uncertainly until this moment, and then he stepped forward. As a younger man, Krasky had known many young women, but none who had made him feel what Mrs. Courtnay had. He was anxious now to please her as he parted her already wide-spread buttock cheeks, and finding that reddish brown little hole that had ached so for the feel of the gilded candle, he thrust his own cock upward into its open mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Amanda cried out. She could feel herself sandwiched between the two men, Harcourt in front and Krasky the valet in back. She was shamelessly suspended between the two standing men as the two hotly churning pecks filled her pussy and her ass, giving her at last something of the desire quenching relief that she sought. The drug had taken its toll coursing through her veins, spreading and continuing its evil work onrushing through her system and bringing her to new peaks of frenzy.

She yanked Harcourt's head to her and kissed his lips, his nose, his eyes. Her tongue slavered over his face. She caught a glimpse of his blonde hair and once more inquired, "Tom, oh, Tom, is that you?" OOOOOoooooh let me cum again, just once more!!!" she cried out, but she couldn't seem to climax again... her body was left always at the edge of it, hanging on by a thread but the orgasm never came.

Harcourt's powerful young body smashed deep groans from his distraught sister-in-law as eagerly he levered up ramming his thickly engorged cock as deep as it would lunge upward into her hungrily clasping pussy. Amanda strained against him, wanting him deeper, into the insanely quivering cunt she possessed!

She ground her buttocks down onto the inward thrusting penis that speared her willingly open ass. She felt hot sparks of desire tracing along its nether path between her trembling naked buttocks.

"OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhghghdlghhh!" But still she did not cum. It was always a second away. The pupils of her large blue eyes were dilated as she felt Krasky's plunging cock stiffen without warning, spewing its white hot juice far into the obscenely milking walls of her defenseless ass.

"NOT YET NOT YET NOT..." she cried, but the older man's spending cock was already limp and exhausted from its call to duty, and behind her Krasky felt the strong sensations of his climax diminishing as his limp prick slid wetly from between Mrs. Tom Courtnay's buttocks. He stepped back and tried to straighten himself out, and when he looked up from his buttoning, he saw Mason Courtnay standing in the room. He was laughing merrily, watching the buffeting forms of his brother and sister-in-law Amanda as they furiously gyrated against each other, Amanda's widespread legs clasping behind his standing brother.

"So you came early?" Mason said, pleased with the little scene that he himself had caused. The drug had done its work well. It was supposed to but Mason had never used it before. It had been given to him by the son of the Ambassador to Jabor, a tiny middle eastern country where the men often used such things to bring them mindless delights with unwilling women.

"Perhaps I could have a go too?" he inquired politely, brushing Krasky away. The two brothers stared at each other for a brief second over Amanda's shuddering shoulder, and then Amanda's voice awakened them.

"OH DON'T STOP... DON'T STOP!!! FUCK ME YOU BASTARDS... MAKE ME CUM!!!"

His blonde hair dripping wet, Harcourt pulled away from the wall and pulling his older brother's adulterous wife with him, he lay down upon the rug. His legs felt weak and shaky after holding up Amanda's weight all that time, but he still felt a need to complete the intensely satisfying fucking he was getting, so he kept her smothering nakedness over him without releasing his cock from her tightly clenching pussy. Her smooth legs lay spread over him as he bucked upward into her squirming body. Her tongue thrust mercilessly into his open mouth as behind them Mason lowered his half naked body. He had removed his pants and shorts and clad only in a sports shirt and his shoes and socks, he replaced Krasky's cock inside Amanda's burning ass with his own.

"Seems to me I've been here before," he mused to himself, as once more he felt the tightly clenching rectal muscles massaging all around his surging prick, making it tingle with a fierce pleasure that sent him into a mindless ecstasy.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH YESSSSS... THIS IS THE WAY... THIS IS THE WAY... YESSS!" Amanda kept groaning. The torture was miraculously subsiding and the strange sensation of tingling joy was again seeping through her defenselessly aroused body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation that she was undergoing aroused odd masochistic delights that surged through her bloodstream rivaling the drug with their intensity. Her strong hips commenced rhythmic gyrating motions an abandoned harmony with the increasing speed of the two rising cocks of her husband's two brothers inside her... one spreading upward into her tight, slippery cunt, the other prodding high between her buttocks into her ass. She lay writhing between them... Harcourt on the bottom, Mason on top, face downward, her naked breasts pressing into Harcourt's suit-clad body. He had not had time to undress, but it didn't seem to matter, as he gave himself up to the strange sensations of sharing Tom's wife with his other brother! Amanda thought of herself as a prisoner... a defenseless prisoner... the mental mechanism that would produce her orgasm worked swiftly inside her... she was trapped between tow battering lust-inspired animals. Her breasts were being pulled and twisted, her lips smashed against two mouths that fought for her favors. Never had she been so royally treated. She mewled and whined at them, shaking her buttocks backwards up at Mason and screwing her loins down onto Harcourt as the two rising cocks met and passed each other against the thin membrane of flesh that separated the drugged blonde's pussy from her ass.

"COCK... COCK... COCK!" she moaned... OOOOHHHH COCK... COCK... COCK... COCKKK!"



Tom Courtnay thanked the chauffeur and bid him goodnight, moving with his swift long stride into the house. Marli greeted him at the door. "This had better be good!" he told his wife's cousin. He didn't know why but she was beginning to annoy him more and more. "Never, never should have fucked her," he added to himself as he followed the comely brunette into the study. "Not at this stage of the game!"

Marli smiled at Tom as he stood defiantly watching her in the study. How handsome he is, she thought, how she longed to feel those strong arms around her again... that thick cock of his blotting out every thought in her brain. How magnificent he is! Like a ferocious golden lion'

"WELL!" Tom growled, "I didn't come out of that meeting to meet a silly-assed broad, you know!" he couldn't help losing his temper as the smiling girl kept on looking at him like that.

"You said it was important..." he continued.

Marli bridled, the spark gone from her eyes. How dare he talk to her like that... to HER... She was the one who really understood him, who really loved him... who could really do all that needed to be done for the Courtnay name! He would eat his words once he knew everything about that little bitch he called a wife! She was unfit to be Tom Courtnay's wife, cousin or no cousin. Silently, but with trembling hands, Marli got down the little recorder from the hiding place she had finally found after half an hour's looking. She pushed the "on" button and moved away from him, uncertain of just what his reaction would be to the edited tape she had listened to with burning ears a few minutes earlier. It was afterward that she had called him and told him he must return immediately to the house.

"I... want... a girl... just... like the... girl... that married... dear old... DAD!... You ain't seen nothing yet!... OOOOOOOOOhhhhh... Mason! Mason!... Fuck deeper fuck deeper... FUCK DEEPER... DEEPER!!!"

Suspiciously Tom listened to the obscene tape. At first he thought that Marli was just playing some kind of joke on him... that she thought he might become aroused by such a thing, and then the realization gradually dawned on him that it was his wife's voice, it was Amanda on the tape, and that the lewd coupling sounds and noises were absolutely real. The recording appeared to be one of his wife and his brother Mason screwing themselves silly!

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he growled angrily, staring menacingly at Marli, who was cringing against the wall. She had the definite feeling that she had made a dreadful mistake.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" HAS ANYONE ELSE HEARD IT?" Tom shook with rage, his face pale and white, his blonde hair disheveled and unruly.

"WHERE IS AMANDA?" he finally asked, realizing that Marli was too frightened to speak.

Marli motioned upstairs, and watched, terrified as Tom whirled out the door and headed up the stairs taking them two at a time.


A shudder of wanton delight surged through Amanda's raw, nerve tingling body as her breasts heaved and quivered down upon Harcourt's chest, their hardened nipples digging into his suit top. She fucked insanely with him and his younger brother, feeling blissfully grateful to them... she did not fully know who they were, but hoped that one of them was her husband, Tom. Because at last it was coming to a crashing roar overtaking her like a breathtaking tidal wave of searing, indescribable elation, roaring through her madly aroused body, filling her nakedly striving cunt, as the lips worked and sucked at Harcourt's hard penis and shattering through her ass as Mason struck again and again within its moist confines. Her breath came in rasping and short frenzied gasps as the powerful lightening-like sensations jolted her from the tip of her blonde curls to her desperately contracting toes.

"Look at her go..." Krasky, the valet, mumbled as he stood nearby. He would be ready to perform if called upon again, he thought, but it looked as if it was all going to be over soon.

Tom rushed into the bedroom and then hurried to the dressing room, his face ashen white as he heard his wife's voice.

"OOOOOHHHH GOD... OH GOD... I'M CUMMMMMM1NG... CUMMMMMMMINGGG... OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed as the two brother's cocks pierced her tender undulating young body and they began to spew forth their jets of viscid fluid, spurting white and hot against her inner walls, plunging and expanding, swirling and pouring their last lust-driven load into her quaking, clenching orifice. A great burst of showering stars exploded inside her, racking her entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling madly. She felt herself blacking out, falling, falling, falling as the torrential rain of pleasure granted her drugged body a much needed rest. Krasky fled out the service door of the dressing room the moment that he saw Tom Courtnay appear. But the brothers, Mason and Harcourt, only saw him when it was much too late to do anything about it. They saw him as they were bodily lifted up from the limp, swooning body of their brother's satiated blonde wife.

"YOU FUCKERS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO AMANDA?? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER??? FIRST THAT DISGUSTING TAPE AND NOW THIS!!!"

There seemed to be now no answer at all, or at least the answer was self-evident, and both brothers knew the ludicrous position of being caught with their spent cocks lewdly hanging out, still panting and puffing from their adulterous activities. They both trembled as their older brother clapped them each on the neck, with a superior strength born of his fury. Angrily he knocked their heads together, and flung them from him. They went sprawling across the room, and then scrambled to their feet.

"GET OUT!!! GET OUT OF MY WIFE'S DRESSING ROOM!" Tom cried. "I'LL DEAL WITH BOTH OF YOU LATER!!"

The two brothers fled the room, running through the bedroom and out the bedroom door. There on the landing they bumped into Marli who was curiously waiting to see what was happening. When Harcourt saw Marli he knew that she was the one who had called Tom and had him listen to the tape. He knew it without a word having been spoken. Mason rushed to his room to put on some clothes, having left his pants in his sister-in-law's bedroom. Filled with a horrible combination of remorse and anger, frustration and humiliation by his older brother, Harcourt grabbed Marli by the arm and propelled her along the hall until they had reached his room.

"Get in!" he told her, which caused her to tremble in terror. "Get in, you sneaking bitch!"



When Amanda came to she felt the soothing ripples warm water all around her bruised and aching body. Her swollen breasts were being softly massaged and gentle fingers moved over her naked body in the warm soft water. The sweet scent of her favorite perfume rose to her nostrils and as she opened her eyes she looked directly into Tom's deep blue eyes.

"How are you!!" His deep familiar voice filled her with a deep sense of well-being. Far from a casual question, he really meant it from the bottom of his heart, she knew. His hands continued to caress her beneath the water, and she saw that she was in her own bath tub. She couldn't remember it all, but gradually some details of her recent ordeal came back to her confused mind.

She opened her mouth to speak. "Dar... darling..." she whispered. His hands moved slowly along her thighs, touching her everywhere beneath the water, slipping into the warmed split of her abused pussy, up across her soft belly, moving along her golden body as though she were a precious art work that he was only just appreciating for the very first time.

"You'll tell me later... now you must rest..." Tom commanded sternly, and moments later he was lifting her from the deep alabaster tub and carrying her over to the thick fluffy towels where he dried her carefully. Then he took her, still wrapped snugly in a large white towel into the bedroom where he placed her upon the bed, ever so carefully as though she were a mermaid he had just found upon the beach.

He brought fragrant oils and lotions from her dressing room and began to anoint her naked smoothness with them. His hands worked their healing effect upon Amanda as she lay, stunned as much by her husband's quiet outpouring of love, as by all that had happened to her.

After a long while she began to talk, and when she did, she told him everything, from the very beginning, leaving out no details and sparing herself not at all in the moving confession that sometimes brought tears to her blue eyes.

Tom asked only one question. "Is this the medicine bottle?" he inquired, lifting the small brown bottle to his nose and sniffing it. He recognized the pungent smell instantly as the liquid that an ambassador's son had tried to give him as a gift, but that he had refused. He knew that its powers were purported to be very great and suspected just who had placed it in a medicine bottle and had it brought to his wife.

His eyes smoldered with a deep rooted anger, but he said nothing. "I've been terribly neglectful!" he said, letting his eyes roam over the startlingly fresh beauty of his wife's gleaming, naked body before him on the bed.

Very slowly he undressed, and climbed onto the bed beside her. Amanda felt his arms, strong and tender, wrapping themselves around her, and felt his kisses begin to cover her face, her neck, her arms, the tips of her breasts, her now quivering belly, her thighs, her legs, her feet, her toes, and back up again. Now his tongue was lapping subserviently along her nakedness, so lightly that it was like butterfly's wings fluttering all over her. She felt her abused body responding to his tender caresses, and realized that her hopes and dreams of the past few months were finally coming true.

"Oh, Tom!" she sighed, turning suddenly toward him. Tom could feel the split of his wife's long, silky legs pressing against his hipbone, rubbing a little against his skin. Then her fingers moved lightly up and down the shaft of his hard cock and she held his wildly erect penis in her hand squeezing it tenderly and Tom abandoned himself to the aching desire he felt for his wife. Amanda rubbed her moistening blonde pussy up against her district attorney husband, beginning to moan softly to herself. The aftermath of her drugged session had made her feel a sleepiness that translated into languorous sensuality, and she felt Tom's cock jumping and twitching in her hand as he turned a little towards her, his long legs intertwined with hers as he groped for her golden brown breasts. Finding them, his fingers moved quickly pulling at the small mounds of sensitive flesh until the nipples were hard and tight. He kissed her so hard that Amanda had to gasp for breath.

"OH, God, Tom!" she cried. She moved her whole body up against him now, her hand slipping the foreskin of her husband's cock up and down more and more and more rapidly. There was nothing so sweet as the desire she felt for the man she had married. None of his brothers had been able to duplicate this sensation.

"JESUS!" Tom groaned. "I... I want to be inside of you... Are you... Can I...?" He wondered if his wife was in any condition for lovemaking, after all she had been through. But he wanted her so badly that he could hardly contain himself.

"MMMmmmmmm... Yes... Tom... Tom, please... I've been waiting so long... so long... AAAaaaaaaaaah!" Amanda moaned and writhed against the young politician's hip and he could feel her hairy pussy soaking wet against him. She clutched at him wildly, and suddenly Tom realized that she was cumming right there against his leg. The very thought of it almost made him reach a climax himself, but he held back just in time, as Amanda fell back against his arms, her passion only momentarily drained.

"I WANT YOU... JESUS... I WANT YOU SO BAD!!" Tom cried as much to himself as to her. With his long legs he parted Amanda's limp unresisting thighs. She was all softness after her orgasm and waves of lust traversed Tom's throbbing cock as he placed it in between her legs. Searching out the pink ragged opening of her flowery pussy, he positioned himself and let the blunt tip of his prick slide upward.

Amanda shivered under him and suddenly was pushing hard. His pulsating cock was slipping all the way up into the tightness of her perfumed cunt. It sank deeper and deeper, filling her waiting, unresisting pussy with all of its potent hardness, and Amanda grunted and opened her legs wide to receive him.

"OH AMANDA... YOU FEEL SO... SO...!" words failed him as he began to fuck into his wife with rhythmic strokes. Never had he felt anything like this before, even when they were first married. They began to move together, spurred on by each other's cries.

"OH NEVER STOP, never stop... I love you so... I love you ... wonderful... wonderful... your sweet cock is making me cuuuummmmmmmmmm ooooooh IIIIIIIIII LOVE YOOOOOOOOOOUUUU!"

The muscles of their young bodies were tightened to meet the demands of their lust. Had anyone seen them, they would have been awed by the warmth and tenderness of their intense desire.

Then Tom could feel himself cumming. Everything in him merging with everything in her. His rock hard cock was immersed in softness and wetness and tightness and he was stiffening and the white fluid of his orgasm starting its projectile motion toward Amanda's waiting womb.

"AAAAAHHHH!" The pleasure was sharp and he bit his lip as he spun madly into the vortex of his orgasm, wrenching him over onto his wife's body, as the hard splashes rose against her shivering pussy. Amanda was meeting his orgasm with her own, releasing it in a head-on collision that sent them whirling together toward another world where politics and family duty were unheard of.

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH TOM DARLINGGGGGG!" she wailed arms and legs thrashing as she tipped her receptive loins upward to receive as much of her husband's life-giving force as possible.

As soon as Tom had cum he knew that he was ready to start again. "Got to do it again!" he cried, moving his already swelling cock about in her drenched warm tunnel of her pussy. "You'll never have to complain again, honey... I'll fuck you until you beg me to stop!"


"We are just getting the returns from the 9th district. Yes ... yes... and I think that our computers have definitely been proven right, folks. TOM COURTNAY IS THE WINNER! TOM COURTNAY IS OUR NEW MINISTER! In a few moments we'll have a word with the winner, but right now, here is the word from Minister Gearson who seems to have lost his bid for reelection to the Parliament to the young Tom Courtnay.

"Do you have anything to say, Minister?"

"I'd like to thank all the people that worked so hard for me, and to congratulate the winner!" The elderly minister smiled wanly, and the picture slowly faded out, while another took its place.

"Here he comes now! He's coming now!" The announcer's voice spoke hysterically. The sound of cheering had already come thundering through and was filling the microphones and a throng of hundreds danced up and down at the downtown Courtnay headquarters.

Finally Tom Courtnay and his entourage could be seen advancing toward the bank of microphones. His wife Amanda was directly beside him and he kept her there with his arm around her waist as together they moved slowly through the crowd. In front of them making room for their passage were the 2 Courtnay brothers, Harcourt and Mason, proudly beaming in recognition of the fact that their brother was now a Minister. Behind them came a beaming brunette, Marli, Amanda's cousin who kept her eyes trained on Harcourt Courtnay as she walked. She had set her cap for the oldest brother but it was the middle brother Harcourt who had captured her, controlling her body and soul with his strange disciplinary measures. Upstairs in the private rooms reserved for the family, Mrs. Trinity Courtnay along with a group of about a dozen camp followers watched it all on her color set. She was a trifle miffed that Tom had insisted she stay upstairs during the big moment, but she knew her turn with the cameras and the photographers would come later, so it wasn't so bad. Besides... they had won... Her boy was on his way to the great things she had always predicted for him. She watched with approval as the tightly knit group gathered around Tom as he made his acceptance speech.

"Through thick and through thin, the Courtnays stick it out!" she murmured to the elderly woman who was her son's secretary and Mrs. Gabrison agreed.

"That girl is turning into a real Courtnay," Trinity said, noting Amanda's beaming expression as Tom spoke. Only Amanda knew that her husband's hand, hidden by the brothers and other members of the group behind them, was rhythmically massaging her willing buttocks as he gave one of the most charming speeches of his career. It was their secret symbol that meant they would celebrate the victory that night in their own manner, close in each other's arms, his hard cock locked in the tightly clinging orifice of her obedient and faithful pussy.

Marli felt Harcourt's arm around her and looked adoringly up into his eyes. "We've won!" he told her. "Nothing can stop us now... not with our organization!"

"Fucking and sucking and wheeling and dealing, Courtnay style," Mason Courtnay thought. "Nothing can beat it!"


Amanda couldn't imagine a more beautiful day, and she hummed a little bit to herself as she walked around her husband's office. She paused in front of his window and looked out at the Capitol Building a short distance away. Amanda could hear him discussing an important letter with his secretary, Mrs. Gabrison, so she stopped humming and stood quietly so as not to distract him. My husband, the minister! she thought to herself. Things had worked out so very well, and Tom had already been re-elected to the Parliament by a grateful and admiring constituency. Amanda knew that the next step for Tom Courtnay would be the White House. A little chill went up and down her spine as she thought of it, and once more she congratulated herself on having stuck out those dark days before Tom had been elected. Those days, when she had been so prey to self-doubts that she had succumbed to the unwanted advances of her husband's younger brothers. She tried to shake off the dreadful memory of what she had gone through back at the Avalon family meeting place. After all, it had all happened many years before, and there had been hardly any friction whatsoever between members of the family since then. Amanda knew that Tom would never feel exactly the same toward his two younger brothers after he caught them taking advantage of her helpless, drug-induced province that lurid day in the dressing room. Yet, the amorous reconciliation between husband and wife had almost made the terrible events leading up to it seem worthwhile. Amanda smiled as she looked out at the budding trees; it was spring and her blood stirred lazily in her veins. She could feel a lingering sensuality in her shapely limbs as she recalled her husband's lewd caresses of the night before. She doubted if any other minister's wife could boast of such fervent attention from her husband! Now, instead of neglecting her the way he had when he was first getting started, he insisted upon frequent and heated sessions with her, pulling her down with him at the oddest moments, or pushing everyone out of his office so that they could lie together on the soft leather couch against the wall and writhe nakedly together in the midst of a busy afternoon. Amanda blushed at the thought, but it was so wonderful to feel desired by her dynamic husband, and she felt she had changed because of his attentions, becoming much more contented and womanly. Her slender, well proportioned body had grown accustomed to the increasingly intense delights that her husband treated it to, and Amanda often thought of herself as a wanton pagan... a blonde goddess of love. Only this love was not sinful or evil, since she indulged in it with her own wonderful husband!

"Amanda!"

She jumped at the sound of her husband's voice and turned toward him.

"Yes, darling," she replied, looking at his thick blond hair and those piercing but kindly blue eyes and the strong chin that she loved so well and that were already famous throughout the world.

"Daydreaming?" he asked. "Penny for 'em."

Amanda blushed and looked at Mrs. Gabrison who was standing nearby. The older woman smiled and turned to leave the office carrying her note pad with her.

"Thinking about the good fucking I gave you last night?" he asked, even before Mrs. Gabrison had left the room.

"TOM!" Amanda cried, nonplused.

The door closed behind Mrs. Gabrison and Tom rose to catch his wife around the waist. He held her close up against him, so close that Amanda could feel every ridge of his rising penis against her softly trembling belly.

"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I was thinking of that!" she cried.

"Want some more?" he inquired, teasingly, holding her tighter still, until Amanda could feel the beginning of that weakness that she often got before she gave in completely to the mounting strength of her desire.

"Tonight... as soon as you come home!" she replied, kissing him softly on the neck, her arms twined about his neck. As much as she enjoyed making love with her minister husband, she couldn't help feeling funny when he suggested that they do it right there on the couch in his office. She thought now of the secretaries in the outer office, and of Mrs. Gabrison, her husband's private secretary, who was a kindly looking older lady. She did not want to shock any of them.

"I have a few minutes right now," Tom declared. "For a quickie..."

The softness of her spring dress made Amanda feel almost naked as she stood there in his arms. As it was, she no longer wore any brassiere at all... it was so old fashioned, and she had on only the briefest of bikini panties, so tiny that they just barely covered the tiny golden triangle of her silk covered pubic 'vee'. She could feel the tops of her inner thighs rubbing warmly together, and she parted her legs ever so slightly, feeling a fullness and a yearning deep in her belly that made her shiver.

She was about to agree when a buzzer sounded behind them at her husband's desk.

Tom left her and pressed a button.

"Mrs. Courtnay on line one, sir," a male- secretary replied.

Amanda made a face, and Tom looked at her as if to say, "What can I do?" It was Tom's mother, Trinity, calling from Avalon. She and Amanda still didn't get along very well, but things were definitely better, and Amanda prided herself on thinking up new ways all the time to thwart her mother-in-law's enthusiastic meddling.

"Put her on," Tom said, sitting down in the huge leather desk chair.

Amanda approached him and kissed him gently on the forehead. "I'm going to take a walk," she said. "There'll be a magnificent dinner, just for us tonight... hurry home!"

Tom blew her a kiss as she left the office and turned toward the phone. "Hello, Mother? Well, how the hell are you anyway? Harcourt told me something about a twisted ankle. Been out twisting again?"

Tom pressed another buzzer on his desk and could hear the faint sound it made in the outer office. While he was listening to the familiar tones of his mother's voice, he looked up to see his secretary, Mrs. Gabrison, come in the door. He motioned for her to lock the door, and with a secret smile she did so. Mrs. Gabrison had been with him a long time, and Tom hoped she would be with him for a long while to come, following his career from young lawyer to D. A. of Avalon to U. S. minister to the next jump ... the big one... the Prime Ministry! Mrs. Gabrison walked knowingly toward her employer. A widow, the older woman gave the outward appearance of being a kindly capable creature who would and could do no wrong. Only she and Tom knew of the special relationship between them... an affinity that they had discovered one night long ago when they had been working late over a legal brief. That night seemed far away, as in the comfortably sedate office with the April sun shining through the windows, Gabrison moved around the side of Tom's big oak desk.

"Yes, Mother, well of course, Mother!" Tom was saying.

Mrs. Gabrison's neat preying hair was tied back in a tight little fluff at the nape of her neck, and now as she stood beside the minister, she untied it, letting it fall in silken waves around her shoulders. It had once been raven black, and it was still beautiful with its silver streaks. She removed her sensible rimless glasses, and her bright gray eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her round pleasant face was free of makeup, and a natural inner beauty shone from her features as she knelt down on the floor beside Tom's seated figure.

"When do you want to come, Mother? Well, I'll have to ask Amanda first. She may have planned something that I don't know about, well, of course not, Mom!

Tom nodded to Mrs. Gabrison and swiftly the trusted secretary reached toward the hidden zipper of her employer's fly. The soft sound of its descent rose from beneath the desk, as Tom swung his chair around sideways. Easily, Mrs. Gabrison's deft fingers reached in and clasped the thickly swollen mass of Tom's cock. Only his features reflected the emotion he felt as her fingers began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh of his erect cock.

"Yes... uh huh... uh huh..." he kept on talking to Trinity Courtnay, the imperious mother of three boys; Tom, the eldest; Harcourt, his adviser and manager through two successively successful campaigns; and Elgin, the playboy lawyer.

Mrs. Gabrison held Tom's throbbingly hard cock in one hand and began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip of his straining penis shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.

"Nice and hard," she mumbled so softly that no one could hear. "Ooooah, how nice!" She looked up inquiringly and Tom nodded to her once more, in such a way that she knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, Mrs. Gabrison slid her skirt upward, revealing beneath her straight skirt a pair of shapely, well developed legs, encased in sheer black stockings. She removed her flat shoes and stood in her stocking feet on the deep pile of the rug of Tom's office, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off a thin pair of clear blue nylon panties. Tom could see the frilly mechanism of her elastic garter belt that remained as the panties came down. Mrs. Gabrison's wide pubic "vee" was covered with deep black curls, and Tom could feel his hardened cock gore an excited lurch at the sight of it. He was listening to his Mother's voice with one ear, but his mind was there between Mrs. Gabrison's firmly soft thighs. Tom watched with admiration as his secretary's face clouded over with a desire that he had often seen.

In a familiar ritual, she raised her arms over her head provocatively, pushing her long shining hair up and then releasing it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. Her soft lips quivered as she languidly moved closer. Already he could smell the wonderful scent of the perfume that she spread between her cum-white thighs. It smelled of roses and reminded him of his mother's gardens that she had had since he was a little boy. Her panties had been kicked off, and now she spread her legs wide as Tom closed his knees together. The sheer black stockings ended at the top of her thighs and the white flesh gleamed in contrast to the dark material. The frilly bands of the black garter belt made two long strips along her hips and the softly rounded shape of her stomach was encircled by thin rosettes of pink that were edged in the same black of the belt. Centered between these things lay the perfect dark triangle of Mrs. Gabrison's quivering pussy. She seemed about to do a split as her stockinged feet slipped outward further and further from the minister's hard thighs. Simultaneously, the soft fringed covered mound of her cunt was opening wider still as she lowered herself onto the long hard shaft directly below.

"MMMmmmm... Yessss... Yes, Mother... Yes, I'd say so ..." Tom was just as glad that his wife, Amanda, had decided to leave. There was nothing that made his day more than a call from his mother along with a simultaneous visit from his obliging secretary.

The older woman brought herself slowly down as she faced her excited boss. He was young enough to be her son, and in fact she had a son his age who lived in Manitoba. For each of them this secret closeness meant a soothing of deep psychological needs; needs that no one else would have suspected, but which were nonetheless present.

The secretary bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness of Tom's cock touching against her naked flesh. She let herself remain poised upon its quivering tip, her pinkly swollen inner membranes pulsing wetly against his rubbery cockhead... and then she began to move. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to Tom's without interfering with the telephone.

"I'm gonna put you on speaker, Mom..." Tom suddenly said, his face reddening. He flicked a switch and put down the phone.

"Must you?" his mother's voice suddenly expanded into the room from the small speaker on the desk. "I hate that thing! It always sounds like you're in a vacuum or something!"

"Got some papers to sign, Mom, and it's easier... go on with what you were saying!"

But he did not hear as his mother continued, for Mrs. Gabrison's full, soft breasts beneath her loosely cut blouse were pressing against his chest, and her slick, wet outer cuntal lips were beginning to slip up and down the length of his cock, though he had not yet entered her.

Tom began to daydream... the droning sound of his mother's voice, the wonderful intimacy of his secretary, his young and exciting wife out walking in the city that would one day be his ... all these things went through his head as his rock-hard penis grew harder and harder. The exciting older woman was moving faster and faster, building up a friction in the external area of her widespread pussy, feeling the young minister's thickening cock throb and tremble against her. She stopped her pace and began to ride slowly and sensuously over it. The fleshy penis between her legs felt good to her as the thick foreskin slid back and forth beneath the pressuring, and finally the full knobby surface became a bulbous mass against the pit of her steaming pussy. She knew it was time then!

Her Tom's big wonderful cock! she thought to herself. She smiled at him as she panted above him and then planted small kisses on his lips.

"TOM - ARE YOU THERE? AM I TALKING TO THE FOUR WALLS? FOR HEAVENS SAKE!"

"Yes Mother, I hear you... What's that you were saying about Daddy?"

"I was saying that if your father were still alive, he would have wanted you to sign that bill. Now your policies are exactly the opposite of his, and even though you tell me that times have changed, I still say that you father was a very smart man... how else would have he have made all that money... money, which I might add is going to help you go to be prime minister!"

"Don't say such things on the phone, Mom... Well, it's no secret we've got money... A lot of people have money... but the point is that, oh never mind."

Her breasts were nudging into his chest, her soft sweet breath in his nostrils, her wetly quivering cunt on his cock. Mrs. Gabrison's full white thighs spread outward and the thin pink slit of her warmly seeping pussy nestled lovingly now against his long, hot, lust-engorged cock where it thrust upward from the opening in his pants. Tom moved his arms around the older woman and she put hers up around his neck. Her fresh, moistly tight pussy slid tenderly up and down along the blood-swollen shaft of his cock, and her body began to jerk wildly. The passionate secretary was deep in an erotic trance. She could not make a sound, but the sound was all inside her. She reached her hand down and spread her aching cuntal lips with her fingers as much as possible and then let the big smooth- headed cock fit up inside their moistened circumference.

Unable to stand any more of it, Tom cried out, "MOTHER!" and bucked his hips forward and upward as hard as he could. Mrs. Gabrison could hardly keep from crying out, but somehow she managed as the thickly advancing cock slid slowly upward into her tightly clenching cunt. Slowly it wormed its hard way up into her tender softness, and she worked her hips down upon it, filling herself with it, loving it, and wanting it with all her seething flesh.

"What? What's the matter, Tom? What did you call me like that?"

"Just... wanted... to see if you were listening..."

"Your voice sounds hoarse, Tom... is that girl taking care of you? You tell Amanda that I'm going to give her a piece of my mind if you get another cold. Your health comes first."

Tom wasn't listening as he began to fuck upward higher and higher into the moist darkness of the older woman's experienced cunt.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh yeah..." he murmured. "Yes, mother, yes, mother, YES!"

Mrs. Gabrison wanted to scream out to him as she sometimes did when there was no open telephone connection involved. "OH FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME TOM FUCK ME GOOD AND HARD!"

The young minister had begun a steady rhythm up into her tight warm pussy, and his strong hard cock was pushing, sliding racing farther, the whole of it arching from the strong vaginal pressure on it. His over-stimulated penis throbbed between the tender vaginal lips, the elastic-rimmed tightness of his trustworthy secretary, sending fiery thrills through him as he began to flick his hips hard up and down. He felt her alternately relax and tighten onto his advancing and retreating cock. Mrs. Gabrison's naked buttocks, trembling and white, slid up and down upon Tom Courtnay's trousered legs as she felt herself ramming openmouthed down upon him. She had freed his testicles from his pants, and they snuggled up into the tightly clenched crack between her eagerly trembling thighs. Size had never felt him higher or harder inside her! Her warm velvety pussy clung naked and hairy around the thickness of his thrusting cock, its moist pink mouth spreading to admit every inch of the slippery penis. In spite of herself, she began to emit low hums of ecstatic bliss, as her breasts heaved and her lips twisted with erotic passion. Her mouth worked excitedly as her voluptuously writhing body broke out in a thin film of perspiration. Her head rolled from side to side, her dark, silver-streaked hair swaying as her broadly flaring hips began a slow demanding roll above the minister's heavily impaling cock. And then suddenly, with an erotically wet sluicing noise, her hungrily grasping pussy screwed itself nakedly down even more tightly against his exposed loins and Tom was forced to clench his teeth in a desperate effort to control himself.

"That's a good idea, Mother... you're absolutely right," he said to the speaker phone, and when he heard his mother's voice continue he knew that he had made the correct reply.

Meanwhile, the older woman who lewdly straddled Tom's rampant cock had entered another world. Her ripe feminine body was bursting with lust as every section of it responded to Tom's rigidly impaling cock, and in a wildly untamed manner she rode him relentlessly. Her body screaming inside with agonizing delight. She gurgled softly as the licentiously mounting sensations overtook her right there in Minister Courtnay's office with a bevy of secretaries outside typing and filing. Out the window she could see the Capitol Building right over Tom Courtnay's shoulder, and all along she was being magnificently fucked by the darling young boy! Nothing else mattered but the incredible feelings racing inside her totally feed and churning cunt, making her quiver wildly as the hard blunt cockhead sped hotly in and out against her inner cuntal flesh. The warm wet pussy flesh jerked and twitched spasmodically around Tom's lust-driven cock as the startling tide of the orgasm struck him. Tom's loins released such a burning heat as his sperm spurted violently outward and up into the softly yielding flesh that surrounded his throbbing cock, that great gusts of steam seemed to fill him as he fucked on into both of their orgasms. They seemed to cum forever, his hot wet semen ricocheting wildly against his long-time secretary's desperately contracting womb. Her hands grabbed onto Tom's blonde hair as they writhed together on the chair and choked back the moans that threatened to pour forth from both their lips, and Tom knew that Mrs. Gabrison was cumming not once but several times in rapid succession. Her eyes were totally lost, turned upward into their sockets as a glistening bit of saliva formed upon her lips. Tom could see that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. She was wriggling this way and that, moving her naked loins up and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of cascading sperm from his wildly climaxing cock. Her mouth bit down hard on his suddenly, and Tom felt everything inside him lurch toward the woman who was old enough to be his mother. He was giving her his all, and this acute, sky-thrusting orgasm was his reward. It spun through his system, creating turmoil in every nerve ending, and the young minister felt the receding sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking pressure of his secretary's slender, tight cuntal passage on his still-wildly-fucking cock. A thin rivulet of perspiration trickled from his forehead as Mrs. Gabrison slumped at last into his arms. There was a lewd pool of wetness where their naked flesh still touched, and Tom was glad that he always kept a change of clothes at the office. He would need it today.

"Jesus!" he thought. "Jesus H. Goddamn… Kill the Christ!"

A buzzer sounded, and Tom started. His mother's voice was droning on and her words were suddenly clear to him again.

.".. and I won't take no for an answer! You'll both come here in two weeks for dinner... I've invited some very influential people, including your nemesis, Minister Verdan. Just a small party... you can easily fly down to Avalon for it."

Mrs. Gabrison was already lifting herself up from her young employer's slowly deflating cock. She felt weak and drained, but somehow uplifted. The day's work would fly by now, and soon she would be on her way home. There were very few days when her job was not lightened in this unusual way, and she looked adoringly at the minister as she began to hurriedly adjust her clothes.

"Got to go now, Mother... Yes, we'll come. Send Amanda a note or call her... got another call coming in. Yes, goodbye, Mom!"

He pressed the button that broke the connection and then, still leaving the speaker phone on, let the new call come through.

"Minister, it's the Prime Minister's office calling." Tom rapidly replaced his spent organ within the safe confines of his pants and nodded to Mrs. Gabrison. Briskly the older woman turned and left the room, leaving him alone to take the call.

"Put them through!" Tom ordered, clearing his throat.

"Minister Courtnay? This is Jasper Vincouer, and I'm calling you for the Prime Minister. He would like to have you come to his office tomorrow at 3:00p for a private briefing about the course of the war. Will you be able to come?"

"Of course... I'll be there!" Tom smiled broadly. He knew that before long, the Prime Minister would be calling him directly on the phone without the use of intermediaries. His status in Bonavista was rising steadily and they were just about ready to start the big thrust for the nomination. Most of the others had been running all along, but he had remained in the background. In the background, but not idle. His brother Harcourt had been busy scurrying all over the country feeling out the mood and setting up what was bound to become a Courtnay push within the next few weeks. The way things were looking, it was certain that there would be a Courtnay draft at the nominating convention. Then, having done his homework well and made the right friends and the right enemies, Tom Courtnay would step in and take over.

Meanwhile, he could afford to remain an enigmatic figure, one who insisted he would not be in the running.

"Thank you, Minister. We'll-see you then." Peals, one of the Prime Minister's top aides, hung up, and Tom pressed the button which would turn off the speaker phone.

With a sigh, he turned his swivel chair toward the window. There were a few clouds in the sky now, and it looked as if it were going to rain. All thoughts of his bossy, talkative mother and of his erotically inclined secretary were gone from Tom's mind now as his blue eyes stared out at the Capitol Building shining white in the near distance. He was due down on the Parliament floor in a few minutes for a vote on the Hender Bill, and he would shortly be riding the swift underground cars that went from the senators' office buildings to the Capitol. There was only the slightest bit of tingling left in Tom's loins as a memory of Mrs. Gabrison's licentious visit only a few moments before flashed through his brain. The sensual interlude had done what it always did for the ambitious young man - it had cleared his head for the real problems that lay ahead... left him free for the scheming and plotting that would lead him to the place in the world where he thought he really belonged... Ottawa.


Amanda noticed the clouds gathering above her and began to walk a bit faster. She was pleased to see that the unusually early warm weather that year had made the cherry blossoms begin to bloom by the river, and she enjoyed their lovely sight and smell as she strolled homeward. She and Tom had bought a very elegant town house not far from the river. It was one of several that formed an exclusive neighborhood of Bonavista notables. They spent most of their time going between their Bonavista house and the family meeting place, the large sprawling manor outside of Avalon, the province capitol that was Tom's hometown. Amanda liked the Bonavista house best because it was her house ... whereas at the family house she was likely to find herself in the company of Tom's two younger brothers, Harcourt and Mason, who, having been raised there, gravitated to the spot whenever possible. In addition, it was much too close to her mother-in- law's place in the city of Avalon for comfort. The elderly lady was always "popping by" for one reason or another, and often invited herself to stay, much to Amanda's chagrin. Now, however, there was little for Amanda to worry about; and the terrible time she had had with Mason, Tom's youngest brother, and later with Harcourt, the brainy middle brother, seemed far away. It didn't seem as though it could have happened to her at all, and Amanda was grateful that the old mental scars had healed so well. As the day got darker and darker, however, Amanda couldn't help feeling a slight tremor. It had been so bright, so clear, only moments before, and now everywhere she looked there was an ominous glow that was almost frightening. She shuddered and scurried on, her high-heels clicking on the pavement and her lightweight dress fluttering pale and pink as her hips swayed and her soft smooth breasts bounced with each step. The wind began to whip her long blonde hair about on her head and suddenly there were large splotches of rain splattering down on her. She hadn't even bothered to wear a coat! The house was still several Irish away and Amanda wondered where she might take shelter. A flash of light and a booming sound of thunder rolling in the distance told her that it would be unwise to stand beneath a tree. Lightning crackled sharply somewhere in the distance and after a few seconds another loud peal of thunder made her break into a run.

Then Amanda was aware of someone calling her name. At first she wasn't sure, but then she knew it was so. "Mrs. Courtnay... Mrs. Courtnay!"

A dark car rolled up beside her, and a man leaned over and held the door open for her.

"GET IN!" he called. "DON'T CATCH COLD, MRS. COURTNAY!"

The voice was terribly familiar, and Amanda hesitated. It was Krasky... her husband's former valet! At first she thought she would not get into the car beside him, and then there was another peal of thunder and she told herself that the past was all over and she had no reason to shy away from Krasky. What she had done, she had done under the influence of a powerful drug. Mason Courtnay, her younger brother-in-law, was the one who had instructed Iris, her maid, to give it to her, telling her that it was medicine. Trying not to think about all that, she hurried into the car and closed the door behind her. She must act natural, Amanda told herself, although being wet to the skin had caused her to feel more vulnerable than she had in years - as though by seeing Krasky again she had brought back those terrible moments she had endured in Avalon.

"Why Krasky!" she said. "What a wonderful surprise... and you've come just in the nick of time! I would have been wetter still in a few moments!"

Krasky smiled at-her in his familiar servile way. He had been a servant of the old school, the kind that no longer exists except in a few fortunate French homes. He had served the Courtnay family for many years, and had even continued to serve after the incident in Amanda's dressing room. Then he had given notice, explaining that his health was failing and that he would like to use his hard earned wages to make the rest of his days as comfortable as possible.

Tom had added a goodly sum of money to the wages owed to Krasky, and had seen to it that Krasky got a comfortable apartment in a pleasant neighborhood in Bonavista. They had thought they would hear no more from him, but now here he was.

"Glad to be of service, Mrs. Courtnay, you know that!" he said softly. The car was moving slowly along, and Amanda peered out through the rain.

"I think you turn at the next corner, Krasky!" she reminded the elderly man.

"Only too glad to be of service," he repeated, and Amanda wondered for a second if his mind was going. She thought with alarm of the night when she had rung for him... it was after taking the "medicine." She had lain nakedly writhing on the floor of her dressing room when he entered. Amanda flushed a deep red at the thought now, and at the idea of how she must have looked. Then she remembered the candle... the gilded candle that she had been desperately trying to ensconce within the tightness of her straining, tingling pussy.

"Oh, help me, Krasky," she had cried to him. "HELP ME!"

"How are you, Mrs. Courtnay?" Krasky inquired now, and Amanda wrenched herself back to the present. Why was he making a left turn instead of a right?

"Why, I'm just fine, Krasky, and the Minister is well too. You're looking quite well yourself. Enjoying your retirement?" She did her best to make small talk, but she could hear her voice trembling. Perhaps it was the drenched province of her clothing. She felt a definite chill! She had to get home right away!

"I must get home swiftly, Krasky!" she declared. "I think you may have made a wrong turn..."

"Oh, Mrs. Courtnay, I was so hoping to show you my apartment. You know, the Minister has seen it, but you never have. I've made quite a few improvements... I have my own workshop, you know, and nothing gives me more pleasure than to..."

So that was it... he was taking her to his apartment! Amanda tried to think of what she should do. She had learned that it was important to maintain a semblance of dignity, even in the most difficult situations, and now she counted on Krasky's long training as a valet and her own instinctive calling toward being a true "lady." She must maintain that relationship, no matter what. But she was frightened as the car gathered speed, and she turned to see Krasky's lips set in that same smile, his gray hair slicked back in a different way, a new, more debonair way.

Come, now, she told herself. He's just an old man... he lives all alone... probably lonely, needs company. He's proud of his house and wants to show it of, that's all!

"I'd... I'd love to see it, Krasky!" she lied. "I hope it's nice and warm... I'm soaked clear through!"

"Oh yes... you'll dry out there!" Krasky promised, nodding his head in a strange manner.

The rain poured down across the windshield of the car. Amanda noted that the car was brand new and showed very little use. She speculated upon the amount of money that her husband Tom had added to his valet's pension, and surmised that it was probably a great deal. Krasky ought to be very satisfied, she thought. There's no reason for me to worry! But what Amanda wanted more than anything, as the car driven by the silent and enigmatic retired valet sped toward the northwest, was to be safe and warm at home. The nervous young blonde clutched and unclutched her fingers, clasping them tightly together upon her leather pocketbook which she held in her lap. Already, she was wishing that she had stayed in bed that morning instead of going out to enjoy the bright sunshine. All that sunshine was gone now, and a dark fear was spreading inside her which was augmented by the thunderstorm that surrounded the small compact car and its strangely determined driver. Krasky could feel Amanda's nervousness beside him, and he wanted to tell her that there was really nothing to be nervous about. But somehow he didn't know how to couch the words. She would just have to wait until they arrived at his apartment. It wouldn't be long now. It was still difficult for the older man to converse easily with any of the Courtnays after so many years in their service, so many years of "Yes, Ma'am" and "No, Sir" and "Will that be all, Sir?" Krasky thought about the early days when he had been hired by old man Wilbert Courtnay and his wife Trinity. The three boys had been mere children then, and things had been considerably different. Different, that is, from the way they were later on when Krasky - an aging though still effective worker - became young Mr. Tom's valet. He had seen Tom through his bachelor days and watched the comings and going of hundreds of comely young women, and then he had been with him during the first few years of his marriage to Amanda. Krasky knew, as did all the servants in the big house in Avalon, that strictly speaking Amanda was not of the same caliber as the Courtnays. He had even heard Mrs. Trinity Courtnay refer to her daughter-in-law as a "shopkeeper's daughter from the sticks." Nevertheless, with her elegant looks and manners and that natural poise of hers, Amanda had managed to hold her own. There were a few minor exceptions, of course, and Krasky smiled to himself now as he recalled that night when Amanda's voice had spoken so harshly into the intercom. Krasky could not recall the exact words, but she had said something like "HELP... YOU'VE! GOT TO COME HELP ME!"

"Here we are, Mrs. Courtnay!" Krasky said, pulling up in front of a small three-story apartment building. There were similar houses on either side of it, and sloping lawns ran down to the sidewalk, divided by descending concrete steps.

Wet and cold as she was, Amanda did not want to enter that building. Yet, she knew that she would. She had very little to say in the matter. Krasky hurried around the front of the car and opened the door for her. Then he produced an umbrella and, taking her gently by the elbow, escorted her up the concrete steps to the front door of the small apartment building. For a moment he fumbled with his keys, and then they were entering the warm interior of the building.

"Here we are... it's right here!" he said, a tone of excitement entering his voice.

Once more Amanda reminded herself that the Courtnays at least owed Krasky a little bit of interest in his life after he had been with them for so long. After all, servants were people, too... not to be dismissed with a nod and a thank you and some money as though they had no real lives of their own. She felt a little better as she entered the apartment. It was quite large inside, and although sparsely furnished it gave the appearance of being very comfortable. A wall-to-wall rug covered the living room floor, and an old-fashioned sofa looked like a good spot for her to sit. But first she gravitated toward a radiator that was giving off steam heat in a corner of the room.

"Yes, that's right, Mrs. Courtnay, warm yourself. Shall I make some wine?"

"Wine would be lovely, Krasky!" Amanda replied, her teeth chattering as she backed up against the radiator and looked around her and Krasky disappeared into what she assumed was the kitchen. Through an open door at the end of the living room she could see a large double bed, and upon its white chenille spread lay what appeared to be some kind of tools. She remembered that Krasky had told her he had some kind of workshop, and she wondered what kind of things he made. Then she saw for the first time that the end tables on either side of the sofa were covered with framed photographs. She went over to see the pictures and was startled when she saw that each frame contained a photograph of a member of the Courtnay family. They were all taken from newspapers and magazines, but had been cleverly cropped so that they looked like real pictures. Everyone was there; a smiling and waving Trinity Courtnay, looking half her seventy-odd years, wiry and spry as a young girl in her flowing veils and stylishly cut dress... an old picture of Wilbert Courtnay, the enterprising oil magnate who had been dead for many years now - the picture showed him shaking with Prime Minister Sir Wilfrid Laurier, and Amanda was shocked to think of how long ago it had been taken, and then there was Tom, her husband, and Amanda's heart skipped a beat to see a young and innocent- looking boy, probably still in prep school, years before their marriage, when she herself had probably been in grade school. Krasky had known her husband then, and even before that, and Amanda realized that she had rarely, if ever, thought of this fact. Why, Krasky was more of a Courtnay than she was, really!

There were also pictures of Harcourt graduating from Yale, already looking sternly serious and determined, and of Mason sitting on the zebra-striped seats of that famous nightclub in New York with some gorgeous debutante. Then Amanda saw a photo of herself! It was by far the largest and the most recent, but she had not seen it at first because it was half hidden behind the lamp. She recognized the photograph as the one from the cover of Weekly Magazine. One of the best she'd ever taken, it showed her perfectly balanced patrician features, her broad smile and shining white teeth and her flowing blonde hair, framed before a background of the Capital Building in Bonavista. It had been taken several years before, and Amanda recalled looking at it carefully that night... the fatal night when she had taken the fake medicine! Krasky must have cut it out then, she thought with alarm. Homey sounds of clinking china were coming from the direction of the kitchen.

Hurriedly, Amanda replaced the picture so that it was behind the lamp. She remembered that the caption had read: "AMANDA COURTNAY the popular P.A.'s wife/On her way to Bonavista?"

Well, here she was in Bonavista, and her husband had already been reselected to the Parliament. She knew that his brother Harcourt was already hard at work so that Tom would get his party's nomination at the convention, and Tom himself never ceased to remind her that she must never do or say anything that would reflect poorly upon a prospective First Lady. She must act as though she had already attained that exalted height, and that way there would be no problems. At this moment Amanda felt very far from being a First Lady. In fact, she was acutely aware of the fact that she was not. Some of her old insecurity that she had known in the early days returned to her as she thought anxiously that perhaps she would not make a good Prime Minister's wife after all. She had been doing just fine so far, true, and there wasn't a Bonavista hostess who did not vie for her presence at the numerous teas and parties that took place in and around Bonavista. She and her minister husband were always invited to the most prestigious embassy parties as well, and Amanda was famous for her clothes and her exquisite good looks. A tall, willowy blonde, there was little that she could wear that did not become her; and her figure, she knew, was the envy of all the women who were acquainted with her. People sensed the deep sensual bond between her and the handsome Minister, and it made them one of the most popular couples in Bonavista. Her husband's brother and expert campaign manager, Harcourt, had put it crudely to her long ago, and Amanda had to admit that he'd been correct.

"The people want to elect a minister who looks like he's getting laid. And you're our ticket to ride!"

Amanda sat uncomfortably upon the sofa. Her dress was still damp, although she felt quite a bit warmer than before. She wished that she had something to put around her, for she feared that the already thin material of her dress had become so translucent with moisture that the round brown tips of her bare nipples beneath were showing. What am I doing here anyway? she asked herself. I should have insisted that Krasky take me right home! She repeated to herself her husband's words when she had worried about the aging valet's reaction to that devastating evening in her dressing room.

"I trust Krasky implicitly, Amanda. I'm sure he only thought he was doing the right thing. He was following your orders, even though they were bizarre. He was responding above and beyond the call of duty. I'm sure he looks upon it that way. Don't forget, he was trained long ago in Ottawa to respond to the most unusual of circumstances with dignity and calm. You and I will try to forget about what happened. Certainly Krasky already has!"

"Here we are, Mrs. Courtnay!" Krasky said, entering the room with a tray. The piping hot wine steamed from the pot as he set it down on the low coffee table in front of Amanda, and she could not help looking forward to its warmth.

"As I recall, you take two lumps and a little bit of milk. Is that correct?" Krasky smiled down at her, and Amanda blushed.

"Yes," she replied, lowering her eyes. "Yes, thank you, Krasky!" The man's memory was obviously quite excellent!

The hot wine tasted delicious, and Amanda sat back, just a bit more at ease than before. She tried, however, to keep her arms in front of her, just in case her nipples showed too clearly. There were times when she wished she still wore a brassiere, and this was one of them. Some people just didn't understand that the times were changing.

"Well, Krasky," she said, breaking into the long silence that threatened to become uneasy. "What a cozy place you have here. I really like it. Tell me, how do you spend your time, now that you have so much of it?"

"Oh, I keep quite busy." Krasky had taken a seat opposite Amanda in a straight-backed chair that he pulled up to the coffee table. He drank his own wine with relish. "I work on my little gadgets... and then there's the book."

"The book? What book?" Amanda asked. Suddenly everything inside her was listening, waiting for what the gray-haired man's answer would be.

"Why, the book about the Courtnays, of course!" he replied easily, as though she should have known all along. "I see where everyone's writing books these days, and in my youth I used to fancy myself a writer. That was before I went to training school, of course!" he added with a twinkle in his dark brown eyes. Amanda was silent. She couldn't think of a thing to say. It was all she could do to keep her hands from trembling on her teacup.

"Oh yes, I keep busy! I have a very modern tape recorder that I use to dictate into. It's the best way, I understand. Oh yes, I have a lot of memories already down on tape."

"I... I see..." Amanda stammered.

Krasky was thinking about how well his book was going. The Courtnays had been his life, and he knew more about them than about anything on earth. It would be splendid to have that fact acknowledged. He would become a celebrity in his own right.

"There's already a columnist fellow who says he'd be interested in helping me get the book published," Krasky said quietly. He was watching young Amanda Courtnay carefully. "Perhaps you'd like to hear some of the tapes?" he inquired.

Outside a siren was screaming, and a fire truck clattered past. Amanda felt that sirens were wailing inside her head, that any second the terrible throbbing would burst from her temples.

"Yes... yes, I would like that," she said. A part of her knew that the danger was near, that it was in fact present, but another part of her dared to hope that there was nothing to worry about. Krasky got up and started into the bedroom, motioning her to follow.

"This is my workroom back here," he said.

On legs that wobbled and trembled, Amanda followed her husband's former valet into the room.

"There's something I'd like to ask your advice about, anyway, Mrs. Courtnay," Krasky said. "Won't you sit down on that chair there?" He pointed to a chair that was placed between the bed and in impressive bank of taping equipment that sat upon a long table against the wall.

Amanda sat down. There was a deadness inside her, a numb spot that she sometimes had before she was going to be sick. I must not get sick now, she told herself. I must remain calm.

Krasky reached into a cabinet and withdrew a reel of tape. He congratulated himself once more and was thankful for the twist of fortune that had brought the tape into his hands. He fondled it carefully, thinking back to that night. Krasky's dormant penis began to pulse with life as he remembered Amanda Courtnay's silkenly naked body. She had pulled him to her.

"Krasky, you've got a cock in there... You've got a good hard cock!" She had to have it inside her, no longer satisfied by his own efforts to help flier get the gilded candle into the tightly clasping orifice of her tight blonde pussy. Pushing him down on the soft rug of her dressing room, her mind crazed by the drug Mason had sent to her in the guise of medicine, Amanda hod mounted his rigid and startled cock.

Krasky seemed to feel that incredible sensation still, and he wondered how much of it Amanda Courtnay remembered. His thick eight-inch prick throbbed excitedly as he recalled the tightness and the strength of Amanda's yearning cunt, wrapping itself around his upthrusting penis as she bounced up and down on it. She had commanded him to thrust the candle into the tight nether hole of her ass, and he had tried his best to do so, while withstanding her forceful attack. He could not deny that it had been pleasurable to serve Mrs. Courtnay in that manner, and when young Mr. Harcourt had entered, he too had felt the same way. Amanda had been pressed between the two of them, her brother-in-law Harcourt and himself, at one point, and Krasky had found her stretched and throbbing ass a willing receptacle for his lustfully hard cock. He remembered how much Amanda had seemed to like having the two ramming, worming penises inside her at once, and it was then that Krasky had ejaculated far into his employer's wife's buttock-cushioned ass, in the most powerful orgasm that he had ever known. When the youngest brother, Mason, came in, Krasky was already getting hard again, and he was hoping that he might be called upon one more time to satisfy the outlandish craving that consumed Amanda Courtnay's deeply tanned, honey-and-gold nakedness. It was not to be, however, and Krasky had thought it best to leave swiftly via the service door when Amanda's husband, the minister-to-be, came in and found them all lustfully writhing with his lewdly drugged wife. The entire story might have ended there, Krasky thought now as he fondled the tape, had he not chanced to pass the open library door downstairs on his way to the back of the house. Something made him go in, and there he found the minute tape recorder on the floor.

His father before him had often told him that a man's chance often came but once in a lifetime, and if he is lucky enough to see it he must grab at it while he can. It had been a simple matter to borrow Mendelson, the chauffeur's, taping equipment and to make a copy of the contents of the recording in his own small room then and there. He had done so and slipped the little recorder back exactly where he'd found it, and no one had ever been the wiser. Until now, at least. Krasky did not know what had made him do it. Perhaps the untoward events in which he had so recently indulged had changed his thinking so that he was able to foresee that the little tape recorder might contain something of value to him. He had not dreamed that it would be a tape of Amanda and Mason, her husband's youngest brother, making furious and ecstatic love. It had been quite a bonus for the elderly valet to play this tape back to himself while the others were still upstairs working out their lusts. He had enjoyed hearing Mrs. Courtnay's groans of desire, and Krasky thought how much company the little tape had been to him all these years. Why, prior to that evening he had been certain that his youth was gone. He rarely thought of such things. As a younger man, he had known many young girls, but none of them had matched Mrs. Courtnay in either beauty or in sensual intensity! He slipped the tape onto his machine now, aware that Amanda Courtnay was watching his every move.

"Would you like to hear this?" he inquired. "I'd like you to tell me if you think I should include this part in the book."

Dumbly, Amanda nodded. She could feel her palms sweating, and the tape began. What could it possibly be, she wondered, terrified.

"I... want... a... girl... just... like... the girl... that married... dear old... DAD!... You ain't seen nothing yet!"

Amanda almost fell off the chair. That tape had been destroyed long ago! She had been present when her husband burned it! Yet here it was... back to haunt her! The unmistakable sounds of Amanda's voice lewdly enticing her husband's youngest brother in a hotel room, inviting him to look at her nakedness, filled the small bedroom. Mason had spliced the secretly-made tape later on so that Amanda's later attempts to stop the course of events that she had started were completely erased. There followed only the intensely wet sounds and blissful gurglings of human copulation. Amanda once more heard herself screaming as Mason's hard pounding cock brought a release to all her built-up tensions. Over and over again she cried out as her orgasms accumulated and grew stronger and stronger. "OH FUCK ME FUCK ME HARDER HARDER!"

Amanda wanted to stand up and rip the tape to shreds. Anger replaced her original fear, and she glared at Krasky's happily listening face.

"That could be anyone... ANYONE AT ALL! You must be crazy to think you can make anyone believe..."

"Oh, Mrs. Courtnay," Krasky declared, "I hope you're not upset by this. Actually I did think you might prefer to own this part of my little book yourself. It is, after all, so... how shall I put it... intimate!"

Amanda stood and began to blurt out exactly what she thought of Krasky and of the tape.

"Blackmail!!!" she cried. "YOU CAN'T BLACKMAIL THE COURTNAYS! WHY, MY HUSBAND HAS ALREADY GIVEN YOU MORE MONEY THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH!!!"

Krasky was continuing as though he hadn't heard her. It was distasteful to him that he had annoyed her so, but then he thought that she might calm down a bit later when he had finished what he had to say.

.".. and as for this tape being anybody, I'm sure you've heard of voice prints by now. They are relatively new, but already very conclusive when it comes to identifying voices I'm surprised that you don't know that, Mrs. Courtnay."

Amanda sat back down as though the breath had been knocked out of her. Was it her imagination, or did Krasky seem to be looking at her in a new way? She was sure he was looking at her breasts, and she could feel her nipples contracting fearfully at the thought. She kept her legs pressed tightly together as she sat primly on the edge of the sofa. It was hard to play the part of an indignant wife when that tape was still playing, with her own voice on it raised like a common harlot, wailing and moaning and obviously enjoying ill

"Perhaps you'd like to have a brandy while you listen to the rest." Krasky was suggesting, and Amanda seemed to hear him through a fog. She nodded yes, just to get him out of the room, and as soon as he had left she leapt up and began to try to push buttons and pull levers to get the tape off of the recorder.

Unhurriedly, Krasky returned carrying two brandy snifters and a bottle of aged cognac.

"I hope you didn't hurt your fingers, Mrs. Courtnay." he said. "Actually, you may have that tape if you like. I have another copy." He held the brandy glass within reach. "Do drink this. I'm sure it will make you feel better!"

He himself took a deep sip from his own glass, letting his eyes wander over the slim, well-rounded body on the sofa across from him. He could remember every detail of its nakedness, every quiver of her taut little pussy around his sturdily-built cock. It made him just a little bit angry to see the contempt that Mrs. Courtnay seemed to have for him. It showed in her eyes, and then there was that thing that she had just said about money. As though he wouldn't have any idea what to do with a great sum of money if he had it! He didn't feel as sorry for her as before thinking of that, and of her unfriendly attitude toward him when he had helped her out that night, when she thought she might die if she did not have his own stiff cock lunging high into her rich little fur-lined pussy!

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!" Amanda finally shouted out. The tape was going on and on, and the terrible compromising lewdness of her own voice was beginning to drive her crazy. Worse than that, the distinct noises... the all too explicit sounds of her own husband's brother Mason's hard cock rising steadily harder and harder into her moistly churning cunt. Oh God, it was too much to bear!!

"Why, I certainly don't care to take any of the Courtnay's money, Mrs. Courtnay. The entire family has been good to me in that way. There's something else I'd like to have."

There was a long silence while Krasky seemed to mull these words over in his mind, Amanda downed the whole of her brandy, thankful for the burning warmth it created in her mouth and throat and then in her jittery stomach. She dared not speak. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy in her mouth, and she longed for more brandy. Krasky leaned forward as if anticipating her thoughts, and she wondered if she had been looking longingly at the bottle. He filled her glass again, this time to the very brim, and her hand trembled so as she lifted it to her parched lips that several drops fell across the front of her pink dress. As she brushed her fingers across the wet spots, she could see the voluptuously large mounds of her breasts, and the all too well-defined protrusions of her nipples. She shivered as the brandy coursed down her throat this time, and then knew that all hope was lost when Krasky began to clear his throat. She had hoped that the silence might go on forever, that he might never speak again the words which would tell her what she already knew. Yet, that was impossible of course... and he had already spoken before the words became clear in her head.

"I'm an old man, Mrs. Courtnay. When I left your employ because of my health, it occurred to me that I might never ever again know the kind of delights that you had bestowed upon me that one night! You were... uh... magnificent, if I may say so!" Krasky's face was radiant as Amanda looked at him, her own face ashen and her features strained by the events of the past few hours. "Since I know that you are prone to enjoy such things... and, I might add, you seemed to find me quite acceptable that night... I thought perhaps..."

"NEVER!" Amanda cried out. But she was thinking of her husband Tom hard at work back at his office. She was thinking of his push for the nomination... of his bid for the presidency. The situation was more delicate and dangerous than she had thought, and it was all her fault!

Krasky seemed disappointed, but undaunted by her reply, and she was alarmed when he went on talking as though she hadn't spoken. His mind has gone! she thought. He's crazy!

"I was drugged that night, Krasky!" she cried. "You've got to understand that that had nothing to do with me... not the real me!" Amanda realized that she was only partially telling the truth. It was true that she was drugged the night she had yelled down for Krasky to come and help her; but as for the night with her husband's youngest brother - that spoiled brat Mason - she had not been drugged at all, not even drunk. But how could she explain that she had really been temporarily deranged. It didn't sound right, no matter what! If she complained to be temporarily unbalanced, that was as derogatory a thing for a minister's wife to be as being under the influence of a potent aphrodisiac. Mason had driven her to it with his lies and his taunting, and her own physical frustration had been brought on by her husband's lack of attentions. They were so happy together now, though, that she had trouble remembering how dreadful it had been when he had been so uninterested in her wifely charms!

"Perhaps you were drugged, Mrs. Courtnay," Krasky was replying, "but I don't know if the columnist will understand that."

Amanda sucked in her breath, her face flushed.

Krasky reached forward to flick a switch that started the by- now-completed tape into rewind. Then he started it up again. Amanda reached forward and grabbed the brandy bottle, pouring herself a stiff glassful. She took half the glass in one quick swallow, coughing slightly from the burning sensation in her throat.

This time, Krasky felt his cock jerk slightly as he heard Amanda's recorded moaning in the throes of abandoned intercourse. He watched the horrified and helpless expression crossing over the young blonde woman's face with a new kind of inward sadistic satisfaction.

Since Amanda was still sitting motionless in the chair, he added: "You do understand, Mrs. Courtnay, don't you? You can certainly make my declining years much more pleasant with just the slightest bit of... uh... cooperation!"

Amanda stood up quickly and tried to force her way past her husband's former valet. She felt hysteria mounting rapidly inside her as she yelled at him.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I'VE GOT TO GET HOME! YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY EXPECT ME TO - WHY, MY HUSBAND...!!!"

Krasky easily barred her way, taking hold of both of Amanda's wrists with a surprisingly strong grasp. As soon as he touched her, Amanda knew that he meant to carry out his threat. His voice was pleasant and his expression mild, but he meant to force her into some kind of lewd agreement with him! She fought him briefly, and then realized that she was helplessly compromising her dignity. With great difficulty, she struggled to gain control of herself again. Certainly she could reason with the man. He was standing so close to her, his tall, elegantly thin body slightly curved with age, that she could smell his cologne. Yardley's... she recognized it as the scent her father always wore back in the little town in which she'd been raised.

"I'm sure Mr. Tom would want you to do anything you could to help me out... and then of course you would have the tapes... both copies to do with as you like. I'm sure my book will be interesting enough without that whole chapter, although it does lose some of its sale value, I'm sure!"

"If it's money... Amanda spit out desperately. But the deceptively mild-mannered gentleman's gentleman waved his hand in a gesture of annoyance.

"As you mentioned before, I already have more money than I know what to do with."

Amanda realized from the slightly sarcastic tone of his voice that she had insulted him deeply, and she knew instinctively that somehow she would pay dearly for that insult. Already the mention of her husband's name was enough to send her into a complete province of shock. Whatever happened, she must get the tapes and avoid letting him know anything about this threat to his campaign! He had already shown enough understanding where she was concerned, and she didn't want to do anything now to lose his love. Nothing must change that wonderful relationship they had now. Everything just had to remain the same!

Suddenly she collapsed, falling back onto the edge of the bed. She sat with her hands covering her face and began to sob into theta like a little girl. "OH GOD! I DON'T KNOW! I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"

Krasky looked down at the tanned stockinged thighs that were almost completely exposed as she sobbed into her hands. Her short pink dress had snaked up higher than she knew and he could feel small beads of sweat breaking out on his upper lip as he studied the delicate fullness of her upper thighs.

"It's not too difficult for you, I'm sure," Krasky said. Although he was a native Canadian, his French training had brought a definite accent to his words, and Amanda thought of how ludicrous it was for her to be sitting there like that, crying uncontrollably, while this man, so well known to her and yet a total stranger, stood hovering menacingly over her.

But when she raised her head, ready to tell him that she would return another time to discuss the matter further, she saw something totally unexpected. There before her very eyes was the bloated hardness of Krasky's fully exposed penis. He stood holding it now, just inches away from her face, and she jumped backward, trying to scramble away from him.

"OH GOD NO!" she cried.

But he had already grabbed her by the shoulders and was waving his nakedly throbbing cock in front of her face.

"Suck it..." he said, so softly that she thought he might not have spoken after all. But he said the horrible words again and Amanda knew that she had not been mistaken. "Suck it!" he commanded, louder this time, pulling her unwilling head and shoulders toward his beet-red, heavy-veined cock.

"I bet you like to suck cock!" he added reflectively. He had thought about this many times. As a young man he had only succeeded in having this rare treat once, and he had often thought that any man worth his salt should have more than one such delight in a lifetime. This would make twice, at least, he mused, fondling the warmth of his rapidly hardening cock.

"This is grotesque, Krasky... You can't do this... Krasky ... You need help, Krasky... you mustn't do this to me!" Amanda babbled a steady stream of words, hardly realizing what she was saying. But none of her words seemed to help, and she visualized her minister-husband, handsome and serious, perhaps speaking right now on the Parliament floor, unaware of what was happening to her. She must protect him at any cost!

Helplessly, she shuddered underneath the former valet's hard fingers. She felt his hand at the back of her head, pushing her face gently but filmy down. His other hand was still wrapped around his own rigid cock that stood out in the air in front of her like an ugly fleshy monster. She could see him rubbing the wetly lubricated head with his thumb and forefinger, and then, horribly irreversibly, he was rubbing it softly against her tightly clenched lips. He continued to do so until it was evident that she was not going to open her mouth. And then he reached forward and pinched her nostrils tightly together. Amanda fought for a moment, trying to move her blonde head from side to side in desperation, grunting out her protest at the obscene performance that was being requested of her. Then with a sudden gasp for air her mouth opened wide. Instantly Krasky flicked his hips forward, sliding the blood-filled head of his penis thrusting deep within the confines of the young wife's tender lips. Again, Amanda fought, but Krasky, feeling the hot wetness of her oral cavity against his pulsing penis, tangled his hands cruelly into the Minister's wife's hair and forced her to begin a gentle sucking motion.

"Ah... ah... oh... Mrs. Courtnay... yessssss!" he murmured, oblivious to her torment as her lips unwillingly hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into her wide- forced mouth. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from her availed lips as he drew back, and Krasky smiled to see his former mistress in such a subservient position. Passion mounting in his loins as his thoughts wandered, Krasky began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never quite drawing his hungrily thrusting cock all the way out, but leaving the tip just inside the warm moistness of Amanda's stretched and aching mouth.

"So happy you could oblige me, Mrs. Courtnay!" he cried, groaning as he thrust his loins forward into the warm moistness. It was far, far better than he had imagined it would be. The memory of his initiation into such oral delights had dimmed considerably over the years, but now, he thought, he would have this memory always. Mrs. Courtnay's golden-blonde head bent backward as he forced his stiffly probing cock forward into her mouth. Her deep blue eyes were alternately wide open in horror and tightly closed as she performed the lewd task of sucking his demanding, rock-hard penis! It was a sight to remember! Krasky looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so that he could see a good profile view of the Minister's wife's face as his lust-hardened shaft continued to saw rhythmically in and out of her ovalled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of it all the way down her swan-like throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made, until only a little stretch of its purplish mass showed glistening and protruding from between his lips. Amanda could protest no more. She was so completely humiliated and shamed by what was happening that she only whimpered now and then as the harshly thrusting rod of Krasky's cock plowed willfully into her widely-separated lips. OH GOD! she thought. Let it end soon! It had to be over soon, she told herself. He couldn't go on forever like this! I'm doing it for Tom, she told herself. Perhaps this will satisfy him and he will give me the tapes... perhaps if I cooperate a bit more. Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick, thrust forward toward the throbbing head that pushed against it. Krasky smiled as in the mirror be could see her beginning to come to life. The sensations around his happily surging cock told him that he had brought out the hidden sensuality that he knew dwelled inside of the young and beautiful Mrs. Courtnay.

He watched, hypnotized by the image in the mirror, as the flesh of her soft pink lips was pulled grotesquely as he pulled back and she began to suck hungrily. Her breasts jerking and dancing within the loose folds of her dress added to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror.

"That's it... oh yes, that's the way!" he hissed, letting his head roll backward as he arched his loins forward into her hot little mouth.

Preoccupied as she was by the horrible thing she was doing, Amanda could hear the wet lewd sounds of her tortured copulation with her husband's brother rising throughout the small bedroom mingling with the grunts and groans that burst from Krasky's parted lips and the strangled moans that came from her own stuffed mouth, for the tape continued to spin out its shameful tale, reminding her of the reason for her obscene sucking of Krasky's extremely thick cock.

"Ohhhhhh... faster... a little faster!" Krasky grunted out as she slaved below him. His hands in her hair twisted and pulled at the silken blonde strands and Amanda could feel her body soaked with perspiration. She wanted the final moment to come so that it would be all over, and yet she feared the awful sensation of his sperm... the nasty, bitter wetness that would seep into her mouth just when she least expected it.

"OH COME ON COME ON!" he urged. Krasky was soaring somewhere above the clouds. No longer a servant, he was a MAN... and he was ramming it deep into Mrs. Courtnay's straining throat! By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils before he was through. His white sperm was going to shoot deep into her throat and slide slowly down into her belly... that same softly jiggling belly that he had once known so well, and which he intended to know again in the most intimate sense of the word! He could feel the pressure growing in his testicles, which he had freed from the encumbrance of his dignified and conservative trousers. He knew it wouldn't be long now, because his swollen cock felt like it was going to explode into a zillion pieces! He shoved his loins hard up against Amanda's vulnerable face, hearing her mumbles of protest, but letting them go unheeded as he started on the final race toward fulfillment to the long awaited end of his torture! It was building... building deep inside his quivering balls as he gasped and bared his lips back over his teeth. All along his incredibly hard penis he could feel the wild nibbling and sucking of Mrs. Courtnay's warmly wet mouth. Bits of her spittle were overflowing and dribbling down her chin as his bursting cock began a sudden wild staccato jerking that let loose a flood of semen without warning into Amanda's wildly sucking mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" he moaned ecstatically.

Gust after gust of white hot sperm bloated her cheeks unnaturally outward with each spurt of long-accumulated jism and she began to choke and swallow, choke and swallow, sputtering against Krasky's thrusting loins.

"I'M THERE! I'M THERE... KEEP SUCKING KEEP SUCKING! DON'T STOP YET!" he rasped out, as his hands tangled fighter in her hair. Convulsively he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat, as hopelessly-trapped Amanda went on sucking as best she could, feeling the voluminous quantities of the elderly valet's cum flowing down her gagging throat. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as with one last earth-shattering groan Krasky emptied the last of his sperm between her lips and clutched her head to the dampness of his exposed loins.

"OH FUCK ME, FUCK ME! HARDER! HARDER!" Her own taped voice cried into the stillness, and Amanda shuddered against the still- quivering thighs of the valet. Gradually his satiated penis was deflating in her mouth and she heard a great sigh of relief escape from his lips. He was pulling away from her, and she simultaneously pulled back, letting the limp mass of his cock fall from her trembling lips.

"Oh... Oh God..." she cried softly. She scrambled away from him, moving sideways on the bed until she could stand up, and then, trembling and shaken, she headed for the door. But something stopped her, and she turned back toward Krasky who was still standing there adjusting his trousers.

"The... the tapes... both copies... I'll take them now!" she managed to stammer out. The taste of his cum was acrid and strong in her mouth, and she knew that her hair was a fright and her clothes a rumpled mess. There was no window in the room, so she could not tell whether or not the rain had stopped. It didn't matter, she would run all the way home in the downpour if necessary. If only she could get out of that horrible place and take the incriminating tapes with her!

Krasky looked at her in a manner which was both grateful and apologetic at once.

"May I say," he began politely, only panting the slightest bit after his powerful orgasm, "first of all, Mrs. Courtnay, you were magnificent! You surpassed my fondest dreams..."

"NEVER MIND THAT!" Amanda screamed, and then lowered her voice in an effort to control herself. "The tapes... I'll have them now!"

"Well, I was about to explain. I'm afraid you'll have to come back. You see... l don't keep both copies here... But I can manage to have them for you... say... next week, at this same time?"

Amanda did not know what to say. Her heart fell and she was afraid she was going to go to pieces right then and there. Then she spoke. "Very well..." her voice broke, but she went on, "I will expect you then. Next Monday."

Krasky cleared his throat.

Absurdly, Amanda focused on the pattern of the floral wallpaper in the valet's bedroom. There was a terrible aching in her temples, and she feared her legs would give way under her at any second.

"It might be best for you to come here, Mrs. Courtnay. That way you can go over some parts of the masscript with me... there may be some things of interest to you."

Amanda turned and ran out the door. In the living room she scooped up her pocketbook from the couch and headed for the door. She did not hear the valet following her, and for that much she was grateful. When his apartment door was closed behind her she headed for the street door and dashed outside. The cold air mass that had enveloped Bonavista after the thunderstorm filled her lungs as she began to clatter up the street on her high heels. She knew she would never find a taxi in that neighborhood, and she would have a long way to go. Her freedom gave her no pleasure whatsoever since she knew that it was only temporary, and she dreaded having to face her unsuspecting husband that evening at the special dinner she had promised him.





PART III

"I'll take care of it for you, Harcourt." Marli took the list of delegates from Harcourt Courtnay's desk and headed outside to her own office. She enjoyed being Harcourt's assistant, and she was good at her job, she knew. It was much more rewarding to work for the middle brother of the Courtnay family than it would have been acting as her cousin Amanda's assistant. Marli settled down at her desk and began to go over the list. Some of the names were starred, and those people she must contact for Harcourt. Sometimes she was startled to realize how well it had all turned out. She had thought upon arriving at the Courtnay's place in Avalon that her cousin's husband Tom was in reality the perfect man for her! This inner conviction had created a great deal of friction between the two women, and had led Marli to initiate one blissful night with Tom himself. Marli still remembered sitting on the young Provincial Magistrate's lap that night out on the enclosed terrace. She would never forget the smooth hardness of his cock rising upward between her nakedly trembling buttocks, sinking high into the seeping pit of her willing cunt. Her own cousin's husband! She and Amanda had been raised as sisters by Amanda's father when Marli was orphaned at an early age, and yet even that closeness was not enough to make Marli change her feeling that she and not Amanda belonged with Tom!

That was a long time ago now, and Marli was glad that she no longer felt that way. All the status and excitement that she might have gained as Tom's wife were coming her way now with Harcourt. And even though there had never been any mention of marriage, and probably never would be, Marli knew that there was a closeness between the two of them that would last for a long time. They were two of a kind, really, she mused now, while looking through the papers on her desk. Each of them had a hard edge, a ruthless quality that enabled them to accomplish things where others might fail. Harcourt did all the dirty work for his minister-brother - badgering delegates, bribing, tempting, all the things that the Minister himself tried to stay above. But more important to Marli, Harcourt was really the first person to ever discover the clue to her secret nature, and he had opened up to her an entirely new realm of sensuality that she had never dreamed possible. The pair did not actually live together, but Harcourt had insisted that Marli take an apartment directly next to his in the elegant new apartment building on the outskirts of the city. That way, Marli was always available when he wanted her for business or for pleasure, and she was always willing and capable for both. Smartly attired in a lightweight suit of a subdued tone of gray, Marli made an impressive appearance as she sat behind her desk. Her dark hair had been cut so that a few brush strokes would keep it in place all day. With a serious expression on her face, Marli pressed a button on her desk. Within a few moments the young girl who was her secretary came in.

"Yes, Miss Pruitt?" she inquired.

"Mary, would you please make up a list of the names and addresses and phone numbers of the starred and underlined people on this list?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the young girl answered. "Right away!"

Marli watched as the girl left her office, and then she decided that she would take a break until the list was completed. She was feeling a trifle unsettled that day, and she wasn't sure just why. There was really no reason for her to be dissatisfied about anything. The secret campaign for Tom Courtnay's nomination to the Prime Ministry was going well. She and Harcourt, and of course Tom himself, were seeing to that. But Marli realized that it had been a few days since she and Harcourt had spent the night together. True, they had both been extremely busy. Every day counted now that the summer was approaching, and then at the end of the summer the party convention would take place and they would make sure that Tom Courtnay was nominated. It was all pretty exciting, and Marli felt a thrill racing through her. To think that she was connected with such historical events... that she was actually helping to shape the course of the country and of the world! She stood up and went to her window. The office building that she and Harcourt worked in was not far from the Capitol and Tom's Senatorial office, and Marli could see the buildings from her window. She paced restlessly back and forth for a moment, her long slim legs carrying her well-proportioned figure with graceful steps. Marli had always been considered a beautiful young woman, and back in her home town had been pursued by many young men. None of them, however, had succeeded in capturing her heart. Although she had occasionally explored the more carnal pleasures with them, they had done little but scratch the surface of her deep-rooted sensuality. What Marli had really wanted was to be recognized as a person.

Harcourt had given her both of these things, she realized, her heart suddenly beating wildly. He had thrust her into a position of power where all of her talents were put to use, and she had not abused his trust on her. In addition, he had captured her body and soul and shown her what it was like to give herself up totally to another person! It had only been a few days now, but Marli realized that she missed Harcourt's hard body against hers. She did not really think that the romance between them was cooling, but the tiny hint of an idea was there. A few days meant nothing, really, she told herself. Suddenly her intercom buzzed, and Marli rushed to her desk.

"Marli?"

"Yes, Harcourt?"

"Get in here, babe. We're going out to lunch with Minister Verdan!"

"I'll be right there," Marli replied. She turned and opened the door to her closet, taking in the sight of herself in the full-length mirror she had attached to the inside of the door. She looked perfectly dressed for almost any occasion. She added a dab of "Femme" perfume behind her ears and about her neck, inhaling its brisk yet feminine scent with pleasure. It was a perfume that seemed to announce to the world that she was no longer a girl, but indeed, a woman! Feeling strong and capable, she went into Harcourt's office. More than anything, she felt they were partners, facing the world and its daily problems together.


The lunch took place in the back room of La Fourier, an exclusive French restaurant often visited by members of parliament and their cohorts. They had the small room to themselves, although it was often used for two or three tables. Marli knew that Harcourt had asked that they have a private meeting place, where they could nevertheless enjoy the excellent cuisine of La Fourier. In the front room, a small string quartet played diffused and competitive music, and this music was piped into the back room so that Marli and Harcourt and Minister Verdan could hear it. They were just completing the last of seven courses and drinking a very pleasant Bordeaux with their cheese. Marli was no longer participating in the lively conversation with Minister Verdan because she knew that Harcourt was not zeroing in on the real topic of interest. They wanted and needed the influential Minister's assistance if Tom Courtnay was going to be nominated at the convention. He had never shown himself friendly to any of the Courtnays, and had delighted in making derogatory statements to the press about Tom's abilities whenever he got the chance. He was an old crocodile, as Harcourt put it, and it was up to them to charm him!

Marli rose to go to the ladies' room. The wine was making her feel a nice glow and she walked slowly toward the private accommodations for that room. She seemed to be able to feel the eyes of the two men upon her swaying buttocks as she moved away from their table, and she felt proud to be such a good-looking woman as well as an efficient one. When she returned, she noted that the mood between Harcourt and the Minister had softened considerably, and she wondered if Harcourt had already succeeded in getting an agreement from him.

When in his turn the Minister bowed to the exigencies of the large quantities of wine that the trio had drunk and left the table to go to the lavatories, Marli turned to her lover and partner and asked, "How's it goings"

Harcourt placed his hand upon Marli's knee underneath the table. He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His sharp blue eyes looked intently into Marli's, and Marli could not help wanting to reach out and smooth his blond hair back with her hands, to hold him to her right there in the restaurant. It was true that they were alone in the back room, but Minister Verdan would be back at any moment. Harcourt's hand felt like a hot coal on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as it went and touching along the stockinged length of her thighs.

"Oh Harcourt..." she sighed. She longed for his touch, though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum dizzily and she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the moist spot of her triangular "vee," she was already getting wetter and wetter as Harcourt's fingers moved steadily up.

"Oh..." she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her darkly hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there! Perhaps after the lunch was over they would leave and go to one of their apartments to be alone!

Harcourt's fingers advanced across the bare top of Marli's thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into the moisture of her trembling secret cunt.

"Ooooooooh!" Marli cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair-lined confines of her soaking wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Marli felt in her loins.

"Remember the last time I spanked you?" Harcourt suddenly inquired, and there was an urgency in his voice that made Marli know that he was excited too. Yes, she remembered all too well the last time he had spanked her. It had been the last time they made love, and she seemed to still be able to feel the sharp blows that he had rained upon her nakedly quivering buttocks. Their whiteness had shone up at him in the privacy of his bedroom as she lay crying and trembling across his knees. After each painful slap, he had slipped his fingers between her legs and created a flurry of pleasure inside her tightly clenching pussy. She wondered with a start if he planned to do something to her riot now... right there!

"Yes, darling, I remember!" she replied.

She remembered, too, the way he had first brought her to a breathless climax... that night in Avalon when he had sought to punish her for meddling in the Courtnay affairs. Harcourt had taken her to his room then and angrily stripped and beaten her bare buttocks, and had been totally surprised to have her reach a tumultuous orgasm that way! She too had been surprised, and it had been the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship between them.

She was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes were curling inside her stylish boots. It was so exciting when he spoke to her this way! But she was unprepared for his next words.

"The Minister's hot for you," he said, continuing his lazy friction up between her supple white thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him right now. I can see to it that we're left alone long enough, and it will mean he's ours!"

In spite of herself, Marli bristled. She understood perfectly well what the young lawyer was saying, and she knew that he had probably assessed the situation perfectly accurately. Minister Verdan would certainly fall right into their laps if they were to play up to his sexual nature. He had never asked anything of her before that would put her in such a dilemma. She didn't seem to be able to answer him. Still, his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy, and the waves of desire continued to traverse her elegantly-clothed body.

She felt a rush of anger as she saw Minister Verdan returning from the men's room. There was no time to answer.

Harcourt whispered, "Just follow my lead... go along with what I say. I know I can count on you!"

Marli felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Harcourt had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Minister Verdan was right there at the table now, sitting back down.

It must be perfectly obvious why Harcourt is twisted toward me like that with his hand beneath the table, she thought with alarm. It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much wine. She was relieved when Harcourt finally removed his hand, but then she saw him get up and go to the connecting door. She knew he was going to make sure that no one came into the room for a certain amount of time. The brandy glasses had already been served, along with the demi-tasse coffee, although Minister Verdan had insisted on Canadian coffee and was downing a big cup of it. While Harcourt was temporarily away from the table, Marli could feel the Minister leering at her, and she met his gaze across the table with a lewd stare of her own. He was an unattractive man of about 55 or so, portly with jowls and a girth befitting a man of his status. No young and dashing minister like Tom Courtnay was he, and it occurred to Marli that he must resent the younger man terribly. She had only met Minister Verdan once before, and she had no love for the man, knowing him to be a wily and dangerous in-fighter among the sharks of Bonavista. Now she looked at him for the first time in a different light. What was Harcourt going to require of her? She didn't possibly see how she could have anything to do with him that involved getting closer than she was right now. Then she remembered that Harcourt had said something about "putting on a show.".. but in the confused province of mind that followed her lover's strange suggestion, Marli didn't know what to think. Before she had a moment more to contemplate the situation, she saw Harcourt returning and locking the door behind him as he entered the back room of La Fourier.

He said not a word as he sat down again beside Marli, but she knew that he had arranged it all, and that within moments he would set out to gain Minister Verdan's favors. A terrible sensation of anger whipped through her once more as she felt Harcourt's fingers rising beneath her skirt again. He had resumed with an additional bottle of red wine, and suggested that they all drink heartily. The Minister's eyes twinkled and his booming laugh filled the room. Had Harcourt spoken to him before? Did he know what was to come, when she herself didn't? Harcourt's middle finger surged close to the already seeping spot high between her soft white thighs, and she felt him parting the darkly curling pubic hairs and inserting the thick digit into the moisture of her trembling cunt. Was Harcourt using her? Or were they as a team setting out to accomplish something that was absolutely necessary? She could not decide, and the indecision started an odd kind of fatalism working in her brain. She drank more of the mellow smooth-tasting wine and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising heat within her loins as Harcourt's agile finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at the tingling slit of her aroused pussy. It felt so terribly obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening, when all along she was certain that Minister Verdan knew what was happening under the table. Then abruptly the conversation turned from the innocent topic of the decor of La Fourier to more explicit things. Harcourt spoke to her in a tone of voice that she knew well. It meant that he was excited almost to the breaking point. That he wanted to take her forcefully and hard, that he wanted her to yield to his strong handsome arms, to let him grind out his lust upon her, blotting her own out as easily as he would snuff out a candle with the rock-hard stiffness of his demanding cock!

"How does that feel up in your little hot pussy?" he asked. Marli flinched at the words, and at the knowledge that Minister Verdan was flushing with emotion across from her.

"It... it feels..." she began. She must not let him down ... since it had all started anyway, she must somehow see it through! His finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery folds of her wet pussy and worming upward toward the open spot of her hidden pussy.

"Yes?" he inquired, anxiously pushing and thrusting upward so that his finger rose into the moist and sensitive pit of his elegantly-dressed assistant's vaginal orifice.

"GOOD!" she blurted out.

Verdan cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat. He was enjoying the whole thing immensely. Harcourt Courtnay had promised him something special... something along the lines that he seemed to know that the older man would like. Now, Verdan was more than pleased to see that the promise was of a much more exciting nature than he would have imagined. It was easy to get girls in Bonavista. Call girls were thick as flies, and there was always some little willing thing around if you didn't want to pay. But Marli Pruitt... that was something else entirely! To see the beautiful and intelligent woman beginning to sprawl down in her seat, right there across from him, her eyes mere slits as she entered into a passionate province that was obviously complete and intense... now that was a show! To know that Harcourt Courtnay was at that moment fingering the tight hidden split of this proud and exciting young woman was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned forward in his seat watching Marli's expression with a growing interest, and noting the motions of Harcourt's arm as he manipulated his hand beneath Marli's dress. He could feel his already hard cock lurching between his legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity the young Courtnay brother had... to set such a thing up right in the back room of La Fourier! He had to hand it to him though, he really knew how to get a fellow! He had heard tales about Harcourt, about how the young lawyer would stop at nothing to get what he wanted for his older brother. Well, now he was getting a taste of it himself, and he found it entirely to his liking! Life was a dull affair at best, and he always liked to add as much spice to his own as possible. This was the kind of spice that made him think that it was all worthwhile! Harcourt was speaking calmly to the thoroughly aroused brunette now, and Verdan tried to catch all of his words. He could only get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the picture. He was exciting Marli not only through his intimate touching between her legs, but by his lewd words.

"... Know you finger-fucking... my fingers are fucking your tight little cunt... squirm it... wiggle it... ugh! ugh! Is that high enough for you... oh God, you feel good up in there! Don't you wish it were my cock instead of my fingers? You know you like fucking better than anything... Minister Verdan knows it too... If you want me to I'll fuck you now..."

With each word, Marli seemed to lose more and more control of herself. Verdan could see her spreading her legs wider, and he leaned over farther in hopes of seeing something. It was then that Harcourt pushed the table back, and throwing up Marli's skirt with a sudden motion, invited the older man to watch what his fingers were doing. Marli whimpered, then shrugged briefly, but the idea that she was being lewdly exposed to this awful man - but at the same time serving "the cause" - created a characteristic surge of masochistic enjoyment that increased her emotion to such an extent that she groaned out loud. The pinkly glistening folds of her exposed pussy were plainly visible to Verdan now as he stared intently at the dark hair- fringed "vee" up between Marli's widely separated legs. Harcourt had flicked back the narrow elastic legband of her panties so that the entire naked surface of his comely assistant's thoroughly aroused pussy was visible, and his bunched-together fingers could be seen lewdly rising up into the tightly clenching orifice of her pussy, appearing and disappearing as he thrust again and again up into her willingly open cunt.

"CHRIST, MAN!" Verdan exclaimed. "You've really got her going!" His lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of that elegant cunt, but he didn't want to say anything yet. Harcourt obviously had the whole thing thought out; he would let him set the pace. Harcourt would stop whenever he thought Marli was about to cum. He did not want that yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the brink of a cataclysmic release, to arouse her so much that she would mindlessly obey him. He had done it before in private, and he knew that it worked. She had become an expert in satisfying his every whim, and in that manner satisfying her own. This would be the first performance before another person, but he knew she would do well. She had been well trained.

"COME ON!" he said to her. "HURRY UP AND STRIP AND I'LL FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"

With only a second's hesitation Marli stood up. She wavered as she looked over at the alert and deeply reddened face of Minister Verdan, but she realized that she would be able to go through with it now. It would be worth it to feel Harcourt fucking her, to obey him so well that he fucked her into a province of ecstatic delirium. She would do as he said, Verdan had little to do with it, really. She and Harcourt were performing a ritual which was a part of their love-making, a ritual that thrilled her beyond anything she had ever felt! She stood near the table, there in the back room of the restaurant, and began to slip out of her clothes. Verdan watched with bulging eyes. He had only imagined what a gorgeous body Marli possessed, but now he saw. She was smiling at Harcourt with a loving expression, and Verdan valued this experience all the more because it was common knowledge in Bonavista that the two were ardent lovers and had been for some time. It's like someone sharing his wife win you! he thought, growing more and more excited. Her suit top and blouse were gone now and she stood in her skirt and white lace brassiere, her shapely calves encased in tight-fitting brown leather. Her full, ripe thighs came enticingly into view as she stepped out of her skirt and half-slip next. The beige tone of her long nylon stockings, held in place by a dainty white lace-trimmed garter belt, blended subtly with the soft ivory of her naked loins.

Suddenly to Harcourt it was as if he and Marli were alone in the room. She was playing strictly to him, while Verdan faded even from his peripheral vision. Before him, Marli's brassiere unclasped from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her firmly ripe breasts swung into freedom. His swollen penis throbbed as he took in their enchanting splendor! They rested high and proud in the artificial light of the restaurant and their quivering pink nipples stood out on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over her head in a provocative motion that was meant to lure him. Damn! What a talent the girl had! Harcourt had to admit it to himself. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman, and more. He stared at her standing there in just her high-heeled boots, stockings and garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. Then, to his amazement and without another word of instruction from him, she turned her back to him and, bending over, slowly drew her silky panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and lushly rounded buttocks. She brushed them sensuously against her smooth white thighs and calves and finally discarded them at her feet beside her skirt.

Marli stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping all her life, and then with a deliberate teasing motion turned to face the two men. Nearly all of her nakedness was now voluptuously exposed, from her high rounded breasts to the soft dark-brown hairy mound of her quivering young pussy. The tiny garter belt and stockings she still wore concealed nothing from their eager gaze.

Harcourt turned to look at Verdan and saw the entranced Minister rubbing his hand across the front of his pants. A swollen bulge betrayed the existence of his hotly pulsing erection, and Harcourt felt a thrill of power as he ascertained that Marli's performance was having the desired effect.

Marli was dancing now, swaying sensuously back and forth before the two men in lewd countertime to the piped-in music. She pranced nakedly, her breasts dancing and her buttocks bouncing softly as she turned to present their ripely swelling fullness to the watching pair.

"Come here, honey," Harcourt said huskily. "Let us have a closer look at you."

Marli approached, and stood before them. She was waiting for Harcourt's hands upon her burning hot body, for his promised quenching of the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling loins. But instead of Harcourt, it was Verdan who reached out for her while Harcourt sat motionless watching.

"You're gorgeous, baby!" the Minister growled, and his thick hairy hands were on her buttocks, pulling her in close to him. Suddenly she felt his face worming into the narrow split of her warmly seeping pussy, his nose and then his tongue parting the tender hairy lips and probing lewdly up inside their moistness.

She jumped at the unexpected wet contact, and then felt him holding her all the harder against him, his fingers harshly kneading the pliable white flesh of her quivering buttocks below the garter belt. She opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a fast-paced licking and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She felt as though she had been doused with cold water, and she looked toward Harcourt for some assistance. Instead, Harcourt gave her a wink and a nod of approval.

"Try it..." he muttered. "You'll like it!"

With a shudder, Marli realized that there was little she could do about the lewd wet sucking that was taking place up between her legs. She felt horrified that she had let herself become trapped into such a cheap scene. Why, Harcourt could have gotten anyone of a dozen girls to cavort with Minister Verdan. Why did he hare to ask her to do this? Verdan flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Marli's nakedly exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the tiny trembling lips of smooth cuntal flesh as well as the curly dark hair that protected them. Marli jumped against his hands, but he wasn't going to let her go now. His thumbs spread the softly tight lips up between her thighs and the teasing tongue probed hotly, deep into her widespread cunt. Grunting, he moved toward her from his seat and kneeled in between her legs, forcing them far apart as he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue... slowly up and down within the nervous young brunette's secret slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about it in small titillating circles against her lust-moistened pussy flesh. He pushed forward and Marli cried out, losing her balance and beginning to fall backward. But she felt Harcourt rush behind her to cushion her, and she lay softly upon the rug of La Fourier, her legs wide-spread and Verdan kneeling up between them.

Oh God! Marli thought. She would have been able to make love with Harcourt in front of anyone, and probably anywhere. But this was more than she thought she could stand. It was horrible and degrading to have him kneeling like a big animal down there between her legs, and shivers of shame and humiliation ran up and down her spine. But she couldn't even cry out to him to stop. She had to go through with it now. But inwardly she screamed, I'm being used! I can't stand it! I just can't stand it!

Still Verdan's tongue teased between her widespread cuntal lips, working its way all the way up from her insanely tingling pussy through the palpitating narrowness of her pussy to the throbbing head of her defenseless clitoris. She was disturbed that the illicit flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening pulsing deep within her jerking clitoris, and she could feel the tiny nib of sensation swelling to full erection against her will! She began to squirm her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue, but it did no good. The idea that her lover Harcourt was somewhere behind her, watching all this, brought low guttural moans of despair to her throat. He was sacrificing her to Minister Verdan! The naked white plane of her belly danced erotically before the two men's hungry eyes as Verdan continued his greedy lapping and panting at Marli's helplessly exposed pussy. The older man's eyes peered up from his enjoyable task, and met those of Harcourt Courtnay who was standing behind the writhing nakedness of the prone woman who was his assistant. Harcourt nodded that it was fine for him to continue.

"She's just getting hot now!" he proclaimed.

The words stung Marli just as if Harcourt had struck her, and suddenly she realized why he had asked her about the last spanking he had given her. He had counted on her putting two and two together at some point during this ordeal, and it was startlingly clear. The kind of revelation that Marli knew made people spend years upon an analyst's couch had been given to her at that very moment. Harcourt's forcing her to submit to Minister Verdan's lewd and obscene advances was tantamount to his spanking her! Marli knew that those spankings were humiliating beyond belief, at the beginning anyway, but then the pain got caught up inside her somewhere and changed into something different... something real and much more exciting than simple pleasure. This is what Harcourt was offering to her now... an erotic experience to top all of their experiences together! And perhaps it would!

Marli's moans of desperation slowly changed. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steadily rhythmic writhing. Her humiliation was turning into something else as the soft gentle stroking of her attacker's tongue began to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to the sensitive flesh up between her legs. Her very nakedness, there in the back room of a popular restaurant, began to excite her and she could feel a definite responsive reaction begin to stir inside her as the lewd tongue-fucking continued. Control was slipping away again... that delicious feeling that she had with Harcourt, where all thought was blotted out of her mind, and she was nothing but a writhing mass of feminine sensuality, created for loving and nothing else! That powerful desire to think and keep on thinking was mercifully suspended and a total relaxation followed that enabled her to give of herself with complete abandon. The dark channel of her pussy began to throb hotly. Yes, she could actually enjoy this obscene act... yes, she could.

"MMMmmmmmmmm," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips upward to meet Verdan's madly licking tongue. "Mmmmmmm!" she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide open split of her streaming pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched pinkness of her inner flesh.

"OOOOOOOOOoooWWWWW!"

Suddenly behind her she felt Harcourt's hands upon her breasts. His fingers began to play with the pebble-hardness of her fully erected nipples. With a little squeal, Marli abandoned herself the sudden rush of pleasure as the familiar fingers twisted her roundly swollen breasts, and down between her thighs her desire- inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being kindled to greater and greater heights of lust.

"HURRY!" Harcourt's voice directed over her nakedly twisting body. "Put it in her now... NOW!"

Verdan raised his glistening wet face, and his jowled cheeks reflected the excitement that he was feeling. Quickly, he opened his zippered fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt like granite in his hands, and he could hardly wait. Before him, he spied the small pink opening of Marli's wetly seeping pussy, just waiting and ready for his hard cock!

HE WAS REALLY GOING TO FUCK HER RIGHT THERE!

Marli stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of contact with her yearning pussy.

GOD! Verdan thought. She really wants it bad!

As if to echo his thoughts, Marli suddenly cried out, "Please... please... do it to me now... NOW I TELL YOU!"

She had to quench the terrible desire that had risen up inside her, had to know physical peace before she could think straight again.

Minister Verdan kneeled up between the dark-haired woman's widespread thighs. He looked down at the widely-parted, shapely legs and bent down to ease them still farther apart. He almost seemed to drool over her nakedness as he noted that her stockings had gotten ripped and that her garter belt strands were all twisted and stretched. Her seeping coral-hued pussy seemed looser and wetter than before and Verdan thought he'd never seen anything so exciting in his life. Certainly had never done anything that could quite match this long lunch at La Fourier! With a pained expression, he pushed his heavily bloated cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head of it in between the dark pubic curls and up into the velvety cuntal flesh spread wide before him.

"OoooooooHHHHHHH" Marli responded as the sliding cock rose against her helplessly aroused feminine flesh. Her pleading whimpers filled the room as Verdan thrust the thick tip-end of his cock up into the spreading entrance of Marli's willing cunt, pushing upward, continuing in a slow constant act of relentless penetration until his cock was finally buried completely up in her whitely quivering belly.

"OOOOOOGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAHH!" she cried, as Verdan gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of Marli's tightly massaging cuntal muscles, wrapping around his entering penis.

The Minister's portly body inclined back from Marli as his probing cock attempted to reach the farthest depths of her totally filled pussy, and he did not seem to want to stop until it was completely out of sight, buried deep inside the flailing young brunette's willingly spread pussy and his sperm-filled testicles hung lewdly against her smoothly naked buttocks. Her long legs and her boot-clad feet and calves swung outward, quivering visibly as Marli lay speared by Verdan's impaling male hardness. From his excellent position staring down over his lustfully writhing assistant, Harcourt could see that Marli was completely enraptured. Her red-painted lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Marli began to rotate her hips up to meet Verdan as his rigid cock- flesh pressured hard up into her raging cuntal channel. Again and again Verdan shuffled in toward her wide-held pussy on his knees, forcing his outrageously hard penis deep into her hungrily contracting pussy. Harcourt Courtnay watched, his fingers still kneading at Marli's softly jiggling breasts. He was fascinated by the sight of his efficient assistant's dark-haired cunt receiving the thrusting attacks of the perspiring Minister's meaty cock. He could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the sensuous flesh of Marli's full firm breasts beneath his fingers. Verdan's thrusting penis, from where he watched, appeared and disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing brunette's widely straining pussy. It was throbbing red and swollen and each time the Minister rammed into her Marli gave a guttural grunt and her breasts pulsed heavily in Harcourt Courtnay's lewdly manipulating fingers. Verdan could feel Marli's cuntal lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-hardened cock. It wouldn't be long now, he Bought, and just in time too ... he couldn't last a minute longer! Verdan didn't know how good Harcourt Courtnay was in the sack, but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money that day with Marli.

"Get it, baby... get it!" he began to spit out, obscenely. "Daddy's throwing it to you, come and get it!"

Marli 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 pussy and spread to the minutest cells of her body. She was released!

"AAAAAA HHHHHH!" Marli choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded cock began to spurt forth its jism.

"OH SHIT!" Verdan exclaimed. "OH SHIT!" His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliered ceiling of La Fourier. "NNNNNGHGHGHHHhhhh!" he grunted, lifting Marli's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his spending cock deep deep into her climaxing pussy.

"OOOooah... YES YES YES YES YES!" Marli 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!"

Harcourt Courtnay 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 Minister Verdan could make Marli cum like that. Logically, of course, he knew what it was that was exciting Marli. 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 Harcourt could see that Verdan 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 Verdan's heavy panting could be heard rising to meet the music.

Verdan pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forelorn looking. But Verdan 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. Harcourt moved around Marli'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 province, and Harcourt 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, Harcourt 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.

Marli 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 Harcourt's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling male flesh, and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Harcourt looked down at her with an expression akin to agony.

"I'm gonna cum on you, baby... I'm gonna cum all over you!" he announced, and then uttering a spangled cry, he let his raging hot penis jerk upward with a sharp jolt.

"NNNAAAAANNNN~GHGHGHGHHHHH!"

Suddenly Marli 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. Harcourt'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 Harcourt uttered several final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto Marli's startled features.

Yet, she was unable to feel the disgust that she knew she ought to be feeling. After all, this was Harcourt... Harcourt Courtnay, her own man wonderful lover!


"Just set it down there, Iris!" Amanda was still in bed, having canceled all her appointments for that day. It was the third day now since her surprise encounter with Krasky, the former valet, that she had remained confined to her room with a mysterious illness.

The family doctor, Dr. Corillo, 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 province of mind from her husband, and fortunately Tom'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 Avalon.

Tom had left feeling certain that the reliable Dr. Corillo would "fix Amanda up." The family doctor had a wide array of shots and pills that Tom 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 Trinity Courtnay, now a graceful-looking widow in her seventies and a demanding matriarch who still kept more active than a woman half her age, seemed ageless. Tom was certain that she would go on forever, and he hoped that Dr. Corillo would do the same for an of them when the time came.

The good doctor had left only moments before, and Amanda'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 Courtnays for a while now, having stayed on as Amanda's personal maid after the tumultuous events at the Family Meeting Place in Avalon. She was happy living in Bonavista with the Minister and his wife, and she was pleased that Mrs. Courtnay 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 Iris's main preoccupation at the moment was to hope that the fine chicken broth and hot buttered toast she had brought up for the Minister's wife would please her and make her feel better. Amanda smiled wanly at the girl, who to please Amanda's mother-in-law was clad in a smart gray and white uniform. Amanda hated uniforms, but Tom's mother had persuaded him that any minister worth his salt had a uniformed household staff. When Tom agreed with his mother, there was nothing for Amanda to do but acquiesce.

"Would you open the curtains just a bit, Iris?" she asked with a soft wave of her beautifully-manicured fingers. "I think it is going to be a nice day after all."

It was mid-morning, and the clouds that had enveloped Bonavista for several days appeared to be lifting. Amanda took it as a good sign, and sighed, settling back on her fluffy white pillows, as the sun streamed in through the window malting a striated pattern upon the thick oriental carpet. Just then the telephone chimed, and Amanda gave a little start at its melodious notes. Nevertheless she was feeling quite a bit better already, and she picked up the receiver with confidence. The familiar voice of her secretary came across the wire, and Amanda realized that she hadn't spoken to her in quite a while. It was usually her custom to stop by the small office that she maintained on "K" Street to read her mail and to help her secretary answer it. But she hadn't even called in since her meeting with Krasky the other day. She felt a pang of guilt, since she was usually very good about answering the many letters that she received every week. Amanda knew that her name was on the lips of every teenage girl in the country since she had initiated her "Youth Campaign." Using the family money to begin a non- profit foundation, Amanda had set up youth hostels all across the country where certain numbers of teenagers could live in the less-populated areas and eventually become self-sustaining by living off the land. There were young instructors on hand to help and the projects were carried out as informally as possible with an eye toward offering the most freedom possible.

Amanda was very proud that she herself had thought of the idea, even though it was Harcourt, her husband's younger brother, who had suggested that she get involved in something undeniably good for the country now..." and by the time election time comes your name will be a household word! Maybe it should be something with kids."

Amanda had taken it from there, and of course had had the help of an extensive staff of Courtnay family lawyers to assist her.

"Oh, I'm sorry Jennie. I just haven't been felling well."

"I know, Minister Courtnay told me; and I wouldn't have bothered you if it weren't for this man who's been calling."

"Man? Calling... who... what did he say?" Amanda could feel her heart pounding harder.

"Well, he's on the wire right now... says he's got to speak with you! He says his name is Mr. Franks, but he wants tell me what it's about. He's been calling now for a couple of days, and finally I thought I'd ask you about it!" Jennie's voice sounded concerned, and Amanda realized that she must say nothing that would alarm her secretary.

You must remain calm, she told herself. You can handle the situation... You are stronger than he is...! Once more, Amanda tried the power of positive suggestion. She remembered the helpful shot that Dr. Corillo had just given to her. Certainly the situation wasn't nearly as bad as she had made it out to be to herself! Even though she had submitted to that lewd oral act with the elderly valet, there were worse things in life than that... certainly she could rise above that awful memory if she had risen above so many other things in the pasty

"Oh, Mr. Franks!" Amanda heard her own voice saying into the phone. "You say he's on the wire now? Yes, I'll speak with him. Connect us, Jenny!"

"Okay... I'll speak to you later... you get better now!" Jennie's voice clicked off, and then established the special telephone connection that would enable Krasky's call to be transferred to the Courtnay home phone. Amanda was grateful that their private number was so secret that not even the servants knew it. To safeguard against intruders the number was also changed as a matter of course every few months.

But Amanda felt something within her fade just ever so slightly as she heard Krasky's familiar voice on the telephone. She could not suppress a shudder, and she drew her cum-colored silk robe up around her neck as she listened to his unctuous words.

"Oh, Mrs. Courtnay, I'm so glad I've gotten through to you at last! I just had to reach you... I was wondering if we could change that appointment we made? You see, I'd rather not wait until next week because that columnist fellow's been calling me. He's terribly persuasive, you know. I'd like to make the final agreement with you, though, Mrs. Courtnay... about the contents of the book, that is... before I let any of it go!"

In spite of her resolve to remain calm, Amanda screamed into the phone.

"All I want is both of those tapes, Krasky!"

Her face was pale and her lips tense as the fingers of one hand clenched into a fist and the others clutched at the receiver.

The maid, Iris, was making herself small in a corner of the room. She had originally been waiting to be dismissed, and then she was afraid of signaling her presence in the room, since she knew that Mrs. Courtnay usually liked to be alone when she was speaking on the phone. Now she did not know what to do. She hoped that Mrs. Courtnay would not be angry with her for having overheard such a heated discussion. Yet, she was listening with all her ears now, curious about the conversation.

To her consternation, she heard Mrs. Courtnay scream again.

"DON'T TRY TO PRESSURE ME, YOU BASTARD. I'LL BE THERE NEXT MONDAY AS I SAID - AND YOU'D BETTER HAVE THEM FOR ME OR ELSE! I WILL BE THERE PRECISELY AT 3:00 p.m.!"

Amanda flung the receiver back onto the cradle of the phone and sank back into her pillows with her eyes closed. Iris started to tip-toe from the room, but when she had traversed half the floor, Amanda suddenly opened her eyes and glared at her.

"Iris!" she cried, and the young girl remained frozen to the spot. The sound of her employer's voice was frightening.

"Yes... yes... Ma'am!" she replied.

"What you heard just now is between the two of us. Do you understand what I mean? What takes place in this room must not go beyond these walls!"

More frightened than ever at the seriousness of the situation, Iris stammered out her assent. Then as soon as she could, she scurried from the room.


There was a low drone of the jet engines inside the passenger's cabin as the small private plane carried Amanda and her husband toward Avalon. It was the weekend, and Amanda was glad that she had not given in to Krasky's request to meet her earlier than prearranged. She had hoped that this would put her in a position of greater power over him, but in the back of her mind there also lurked the fear that he would meet with that columnist the way he had threatened to do.

Ignorant of the blackmail threat that hung over them, her handsome minister husband sat across a custom-built desk that covered his knees.

Amanda knew that her two brothers-in-law would be waiting to meet them in Avalon, that they too would be spending the weekend at the family place. Their presence was necessary because several events had taken place that indicated Tom's push for the party nomination would have to be speeded up. Minister Verdan had agreed to lend him his support, but only if he announced his intentions within the next few days, and Harcourt and Tom had a lot of planning to do and several important people to contact if this was going to happen. Tom had not been an open candidate, and therefore had not entered any primaries. It was his contention that they only confused the issue, and Harcourt felt that his brother's strength lay in his seeming reluctance to run. They would be facing the top contender, Scottson, directly once they announced Tom's candidacy, and Harcourt wanted to go over the showing that the popular party member had made in the West. Amanda tried to keep from biting her nails as she sat nervously watching her husband at work. Seated in one of the back seats, Iris watched Amanda, wondering just what she ought to do about what she had overheard in her mistress's room. There was no doubt in her mind that it was Krasky, the valet, who had been calling Mrs. Courtnay, and she surmised that he was trying to blackmail her with the strange tapes she had heard him listening to that night so long ago. Iris felt a terrible recurrence of the remorse she had felt then, and her guilt made her want to run up and beg Amanda's forgiveness. She had unknowingly carried that powerful aphrodisiac up to Mrs. Courtnay, thinking it was medicine. Anyway, that's what young Mr. Mason had told her. Even though she knew it was really Mason's fault, it had still been Iris who'd taken it to Mrs. Courtnay's bedroom... and after her mistress had warned her not to have anything to do with Mason, too! As the plane dipped and began its descent to the airfield in Avalon, Iris crossed herself and prayed for some guidance. She had to help Mrs. Courtnay to get rid of Krasky! None of the Courtnays had known about the aging valet's growing eccentricities, but the household staff had been fully aware that Krasky was no longer the willing, silent servant he had been for all those years. Not all of them knew that he had been called up to Mrs. Courtnay's room to assist her in her terrible need when she was consumed by the fiery lusts of the sex drug, but Iris knew, and she could see the ravages the experience was making upon Krasky as the days had passed before his retirement.

Iris trembled for Mrs. Courtnay now as the plane glided to a halt. Krasky could be nasty when he wanted to be, she recalled, and she hoped that her mistress wasn't in any kind of physical danger. She remembered what Krasky had said to her once, shortly after they had moved to Bonavista after the Minister's election.

"Come into my room tonight and I'll give you a taste of something good!"

"Don't be silly, Krasky," she replied huffily.

"I've got the same thing between my legs that Mason Courtnay has!" he'd declared, and for the first time Iris had known that the staff knew of her crush on young Mr. Mason. They all knew that she could not resist when he touched her with his hot, impudent hands!

Iris had never known Krasky to speak this way to anyone, and when she appeared shocked and backed away from him, he'd chuckled lewdly, and added, "And you've got the same thing down there that Mrs. Courtnay has. She asked me to do it, you know... she wanted it... and I gave it to her!"

Iris had gotten away from him as quickly as possible, but now she knew that Mrs. Courtnay was not so lucky. He Courtnay's old valet had come back to haunt her!

The plane came to a complete halt, and Amanda smiled as her husband finally looked up from his papers.

"Feeling any better, my love?" he inquired.

"Yes, it will be good to be away from town for the weekend!" she replied. Tom's hand reached out for hers and he clasped it gently.

"Yes... it's a working vacation for me, but I want you to get some rest!"

Marli stood on the airfield, flanked by the two brothers, Harcourt and Mason. She felt proud to be standing between them, and watched carefully for the small plane as it taxied to a stop near them. They were at the portion of the airport designated for private planes, and it had been Harcourt's idea for them all to meet the arriving couple. Harcourt had also insisted upon Mason's presence in Avalon that weekend, since he wanted to brief the young lawyer on the province of affairs. He wanted Mason to be ready to leave on a moment's notice to champion their cause and represent the family in Tom's behalf. Harcourt knew the kind of things he could trust his devil-may-care brother with, and he was careful not to entrust anything too sensitive to him. Nevertheless, Mason was a Courtnay, no matter how spoiled and how much of a playboy, and he was valuable to the working of the entire team Harcourt was hoping that as the youngest brother of the clan aged, he would become wiser and less impulsive. So far, this desired transformation had not taken place.

"Here they come!" Mason cried. He had casually put one arm around Marli's waist, and his fingers moved appreciatively around over the indentation between her hips and her breasts. He waved with his other hand as he caught sight of Amanda and Tom getting off the plane, and whistled softly to himself as Amanda's short dress blew up, momentarily exposing her long slender legs and smooth thighs.

Harcourt gave him a sharp look, and Mason remembered that he would be forever ostracized from the family if he so much as whispered a lewd word to Amanda again. His fond memories of their little affair had not faded yet, however, but he was content to let his attentions roam elsewhere for the time being. There was one thing his oldest brother could never take away from him, and that was the fact that he had known his wife, Amanda Courtnay's, passionate embraces, had heard her screaming under his hard cock and Bering him to fuck her harder! Neither one of his older brothers could do anything about the fact that that had happened, no matter what happened in the future! He was thinking about how satisfying it would be to be able to say the same thing of his brother's girl, Marli. But he knew that Marli was a different sort. Unlike Amanda, who was easily flustered, Marli was hard and smart, and it would take a lot of thinking and scheming to get her into the sack with him!

"I guess that's going to be my nookie for tonight!" he said to himself as he watched Amanda's maid descending the ramp of the small jet. He wasn't really complaining, for it had been some time since he'd seen the pretty little Irish maid. He couldn't really deny that she was quite a little number, and he liked the way she always tried to fight him off, as though she didn't know that she was going to give in at the last.

The part was still fun, and he could already feel himself getting a hard-on at the thought of her sleek black-haired little pussy, squeezing him together between those trim little thighs.

Marli moved away from him and she and Harcourt ran up to greet Tom and Amanda. Mason nonchalantly tweaked Iris's right nipple so that no one could see and whispered to her, "See you tonight, sweetheart! Hope your little cunt s ready!"

Iris hurried away from him toward the waiting limousine, climbing into the last one. She was the only member of the servant staff from the Bonavista house who made the short trip to Avalon with the family. There was still a permanent staff at the Family Meeting Place, including a new valet-butler who had taken Krasky's place some time ago. Iris's face was flushed beet- red from the words that young Mr. Mason had whispered to her, and she felt her sore nipple where he had harshly squeezed it. She felt like crying at the thought that he was expecting to see her that night. Somehow she must refuse him... she had to save what little there was left of her self-respect! Johnny was still in Bosnia, although she had expected him back for good; he had come home honorably discharged a year before and after a brief stay at home had re-enlisted, since more men were needed for the continuing war. Iris had hoped they would be married. She had thought that by now she would have babies, and no longer have to work for the Courtnays. But it was not to be. Sometimes she got letters from him, but then there were times... months... when she would hear nothing, and she would fear him either dead, or entranced with some local Vietnamese girl, and she did not know which was worse. The limousine started up, and Iris, alone in hers, listened as the chauffeur began to tell her how pretty she was. She smiled and paid no attention, lost in her thoughts about the disappointing course of her life. The worst disappointment had come, oddly enough, during her fiancee's time at home. She had taken a leave from the Courtnays and had gone back to her parent's house, where she could see Johnny every day. But the memories of their old kisses and of that night when he had taken her virginity on the sofa had been hard to revive, and it was all because of Mason Courtnay. Iris felt guilty that she had been so unfaithful, that her body had betrayed her, letting her fall prey to her young employer's lustful intentions. As Mr. Mason had so often explained to her, although theoretically she worked for Mrs. Courtnay, it was the Courtnay Corporation that hired her, of which Mason was a vice-prime minister and major stockholder. But Iris knew that his vague threats were not the cause of her giving into him. There was something terrible inside of her, just as her mother had often suggested, and as the priests in church had said. The nuns in school had made it clear that she must constantly maintain a vigilance against me devils within... and Iris had only given in with Johnny the night before he left for his first assignment in Bosnia! That one time had given her little pleasure, and a great deal of worry afterward that she might be pregnant. She wasn't, though, and this first escape from a premature motherhood had been a sign to Iris that perhaps her sin had not been too great after all.

Timidly at first, Iris had let her recently returned fiancee touch her again, take her with him in his brother's car down by the river, where he'd parked and lifted her skirt, pulling down her brief little panties so they clung around her ankles. Then he'd mounted her, and thrust his desire-hardened cock up between her tender thighs, forcing them open and worming his way up into the moist warm split of her soft pussy. Four or five times he'd thrust into her, hardly more than that first time when she had been a virgin, and then she'd felt the surging wetness of his cum spurting out deep within as he stiffened and twitched over her tensed young body and cried into her ear, "Oh honey, oh baby, oh honey, oh! Oh!" Iris remembered it all now as the big black limousine sped toward the outskirts of town and the big rambling house that the Courtnays owned. She remembered how she'd cried afterward, and how Johnny had thought she was crying for her lost virtue when in reality she was crying out of frustration. How could it feel so good with Mr. Mason, whom she hated, and so awful with Johnny, whom she loved? It was puzzling, to say the least, and Iris hated to admit even to herself that she was relieved when her boyfriend re-enlisted and gave her that much more time before they would be married.

Up ahead of the big black car the young maid could see the other limousine carrying Mr. and Mrs. Tom Courtnay and the two brothers, Harcourt and Mason, with Miss Marli sitting between the brothers facing Tom and Amanda. Iris hoped that the weekend would be as calm as possible, but she couldn't help feeling the dreadful feeling of apprehension that she knew Amanda Courtnay was feeling, even though she was many miles removed from her unwanted dealing with Krasky the valet. Iris closed her eyes and thought once more about Johnny... what was he doing now? But she really didn't care. She wanted to think about Mr. Mason and how she would escape his attentions this time. She wouldn't let him come near her! A little shiver went through her as she thought of what would happen if she did.


The big clock in the living room struck one. It was early morning, and Harcourt had just left his brother shut up in the study where he was still going over the announcement that he would make to the public the following week. He himself had spent over an hour on the phone with Governor Mahinske, who had assured him that he himself would throw all of his supporters in Tom's direction when the time came. It looked like things were going to be happening hot and heavy in the next few days... and for several months to come. There would be no rest now until Tom was nominated, and then they would all be on the Presidential trail! Harcourt yawned and poured himself a drink from the well-stocked bar in the corner of the room. Up above him over the fireplace an enormous portrait of his deceased father, Wilbert Courtnay, stared sternly down at him. But he knew that the old man would be proud of him. Of all the brothers, he, the middle son, had inherited the most of their father's cunning and shrewdness, and Harcourt knew that without him masterminding the plan, his older brother Tom would never become prime minister. It was all working out very well, and he felt excited and not very sleepy at all. His mind turned to Marli upstairs in her bedroom next to his. He decided he would go up and visit the dark-haired beauty. Together they would celebrate the big decision in a very special way he had not even thought of yet. Carrying his bourbon and water with him, he slowly climbed the stairs.

Amanda turned over in her sleep as Harcourt passed her room. In her dream she was running as quickly as she could over the dunes that were only a short distance from the big beach house, the family house of the Courtnays. Her bathing suit kept falling off, revealing her breasts to hundreds of spectators who had paid to watch her run. A voice over a loudspeaker was saying, "What makes Amanda run?" and Amanda herself was trying to ponder the answer to this question, trying to determine just who it was who was chasing her. She could sometimes almost see who or what it was by looking back over her shoulder, but she had to keep running faster and faster or he would catch her!

Harcourt continued past her door and on down the hall toward his own room, passing it and going to the very next door. He assumed that his younger brother Mason was sleeping further down the hall, and gave no thought to any of the other members of the family as he entered Marli's room without knocking. All was darkness inside, but he sensed that Marli was awake in the big double bed that was at the end of the room. Without speaking, he disrobed, feeling tension leave him as his lean taut body was revealed in its nakedness to the dark of the room. A tremor of anticipation passed over him as he approached the bed. His eyes were rapidly adjusting to the lack of light, and he could make out Marli's svelte shape upon the bed. As he reached the bed and stood peering down, he heard a rustle on the bed, and Marli's hands moved out and her fingers clasped the semi-hardened column of his cock. It jerked to life in her hands as her other fingers began to slowly massage his tingling testicles, softly smoothing over the heavy weight of them while she gently touched his now blood-filled penis.

"Aaaaah" she said in the darkness. "I was waiting for you!"

"I'm here..." Harcourt replied, his voice husky with desire as he stood stark still and let his assistant continue her expert manipulations. "As you can tell!"


Mason's bare feet padded noiselessly along the hallway. He had been listening to the sounds downstairs, and now he was sure that Harcourt had just gone into Marli's room.

"Shit!" he thought, "wish I was getting some of that tail!" His generally mischievous nature had changed little since he was a small boy, and he thought it might be amusing to find out if he could hear his older brother while he was going at it with Marli. So, on his way down to the first floor of the house to seek out the little maid, Iris, he made a stop outside his brother's door.

He heard nothing. The solid oak doors of the Courtnay household did not lend themselves to eavesdropping. Even when he pressed his ear to the door, he couldn't hear a thing. It occurred to him that his brother had possibly gone fast asleep, but Mason remembered the hot looks that Marli had been giving Harcourt at the dinner table earlier, and decided to investigate further. He carefully pushed on the doorknob and, with experience gained through years of childhood sneaking about, he succeeded in turning it without making a sound. One of the light switches for the hall light was nearby on the wall, and Mason flicked it out before pushing the door open just a fraction of an inch. A wild cry met his ears and startled him so that he almost shut the door again. Then he realized that he had not been discovered, but had merely tuned in to the love cries of his older brother's woman. His boyish features split into a wide grin of satisfaction as he settled down to listen in the hallway. Marli's nakedly writhing body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening probe in between her legs. Harcourt was magnificent! She had never dreamed that it could be like this, that each time she was with him he could bring more and more pleasure from her body. Her love for him incited her further. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head below her.

"Ooooooh! OOOOoooooohhhhh! AAAaaaaaaaaaghhh!" she wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access. "LICK MY CUNT! LICK IT!" she screamed, pleading with him. "OH GOD, DON'T STOP NOW... DO IT JUST LIKE MINISTER VERDAN! LICK IT LICK IT!" And then there came a rushing in her ears as she choked and the ceiling seemed to cave in on her with a great resounding and echoing crash, and she moaned and cried out as the intolerable delight of her orgasm careened through her. She wanted it to go on forever and ever, to never, never stop!

As Marli lay gasping and slowly recovering, Harcourt turned her over onto her stomach. Her willpower had been completely drained by her orgasm, and he kissed her smooth oval-shaped buttocks and bit them with sharp little nips of his teeth. He was vaguely unsatisfied. Tonight was special, he thought. He felt ready to go on for a long time, teasing her and bringing her to greater and greater heights of delirious pleasure. Tonight, he wished to extract from Marli somehow, even deeper form of commitment. Not satisfied by the lengths which his passionately moaning assistant had gone to please him with the portly Minister Verdan, he wanted to devise something even more devastating that would bind her to him body and soul.

"Spread your legs!" he ordered her.


Mason was already on his way downstairs. His ears were humming and his brain spinning. "Good old Harcourt!" he said out loud to himself. "So that's how he got old Verdan on our side!"

He was in a hurry now, for he had an idea that he thought would be extremely amusing, not to mention thoroughly exciting. He could feel his cock throbbing hard and demanding between his legs as he made his way to the servant's wing. It was a major accomplishment to have discovered so easily the secret of Harcourt's relationship with Amanda's cousin Marli. He never would have guessed in a million years that the headstrong young woman could become like putty in Harcourt's hands! Mason eagerly sought out the right door in the narrow corridor that contained so many. He knew well enough that Iris's room was the third from the left, and without hesitating he knocked softly. After getting no reply, he turned the handle of the maid's door and, finding it open, stepped in. Iris had awakened at Mason's first knock. Now she lay trembling in her narrow bed as the good-looking young man entered. He was dressed in a black silk lounging robe and wore dark pants underneath. His blonde hair, like that of all the Courtnay brothers, was charmingly out of place and a large lock clung to his forehead. His steely blue eyes glinted and his expression was amicable as he moved swiftly to her.

"Go away!" she cried, holding her covers up against her chin. Beneath, she was clad in a simple white gown that came to her knees and had a white ruffle that closed beneath her chin.

"Why did you leave your door open, if you want me to go away?" Mason inquired, sitting down on the bed.

Iris started to answer, but he would not let her. His laugh resounded throughout the tiny room, and Iris was mortified at the thought that the other servants might hear and know that she was entertaining Mr. Mason in her room.

"Oh hush... please hush!" she cried out.

His head bent low and he kissed her with a hard burning pressure, until her head sank back into the softness of the pillow. Her eyes were closed and the lids fluttered as the magic of his kisses did its work within her small trembling body. His tongue boldly thrust between her pinkly parted lips, touching her own tongue mercilessly and making her want to die from the bliss it created inside her.

"NO... no... please... don't go away... you mustn't... we mustn't..." she murmured, moving her head from side to side in an effort to escape his mouth.

"Yes..." he said suddenly, pulling away from her. "I'll go... but you're coming with me. Come on! Hurry!"

Impatiently, he pulled her up and spun her toward the door, not even giving her time to put on a robe over her white nightgown.

"Someone will see... I can't go out like this..." she protested.

"No one's around... except Tom... and he's locked in the study. Anyone who sees you will probably be just a bit undressed themselves anyway." Once more his laugh echoed out and Iris cringed as they moved in the semi-darkness past the housekeeper's room and the new valet's room and the chauffeur's rooms. The cook had his own apartment that was attached to the servant's wing but still separate from it, and some of the rooms were more like tiny apartments than rooms, depending upon the status of the inhabitant.

Mason was pulling her so fast that she could only stumble along behind him, too frightened to cry out, yet curious in spite of herself as to where the impetuous youngest Courtnay was taking her.

He clamored up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and not stopping to see if the small girl was able to follow at such a pace. She had no choice, and together they arrived at the top of the landing, both out of breath and panting hard.

"Shhhhh..." Mason cautioned her, and together they tiptoed down the hall until they got to the door that Mason had listened at earlier.

"I sure hope they're still at it!" he thought to himself. And then he knew they were, for through the slight crack in the door which he had left ajar the rising voices of Mason's older brother Harcourt and his young assistant Marli could be clearly heard.

Iris stood with her mouth gaping open as Mason pushed her closer so that she too could hear everything.

Inside, Marli winced forward, jumping slightly as she felt Harcourt's finger prodding in between her widespread buttocks. This was something that he had never yet done to her, although he had sometimes spoken of it, threatened her with it in the heat of their love games. Marli sensed that this time he would go through with it, and she did not quite know how she would respond. She felt obscenely naked and unprotected back there as she could feel the strained skin around her tiny puckered ass being pulled apart. He had been kissing her and gently nibbling at her white nether cheeks, and Marli was surprised to note that his finger in her ass did not hurt as she had anticipated, but rather sent a sensation of muted pleasure swelling through her. Harcourt moved his middle finger around in the tight expanding hole, sawing in and out, widening the tiny ass more and more. Marli found herself wiggling her hips back against it, her nails digging into the mattress around her. When the determined young campaign manager forced a second finger in, however, she winced aloud from the pain and tried to bounce away from him on the big bed. The smooth satin sheets were a present from Harcourt, and Marli could feel them crumpling beneath her damp body. But Marli had little time to relax, for her demanding lover had followed her, kneeling up against her own kneeling body, pinning her down with his other big hand on the small of her back. Marli could feel that he was warming to his task, and that shiver of fear that she always got when she realized that she was completely at his mercy now ran through her nakedly trembling body. Momentarily he was still behind her, and then the fingers began to work together inside her tightly clinging ass. Her mouth fell open as Marli began to groan excitedly, wriggling back onto the obscene invaders of her hitherto untouched rectal flesh. A strangely appealing subjugation swept over her. She could feel him back there deliberately stretching her ass. His voice came to her ears, loud and ringing.

"I've never fucked anyone up the ass... now's as good a time as any!"

"Yes... yes... fuck me there! Screw me up the ass, Harcourt!" she twisted her neck and cried back at him.

Outside the door Iris gasped as she heard me unmistakable evidence that Harcourt Courtnay and Marli Pruitt were the couple she'd been listening to! She felt her legs grow weak and she would have crept away from the awful intimacy going on in there if it had not been for Mason's strong grip around her waist. He would not let her go and she feared that struggling would make so much noise that they would be found out.

"Oh please," she whimpered. "Please!" But Mason was delighted. It was much much better than he had hoped. He hoped to kill several birds with one stone before the wee hours of this morning were over!

His fingers began a rhythmic massage against the naked softness of Iris's pert high-set breasts beneath her white nightgown. They felt good to his fingers and he pulled her closer and closer to him, forcing the hard hot spear of his erect cock against the soft protrusions of her buttocks. He knew that even beneath their clothing she could feel the hardness of it, and that she would remember what it had felt like to have his bloated penis thrusting high into her willingly widespread pussy! The young Irish maid whimpered and was silent, but Mason could feel her trembling against him, her body beginning to respond to his forward thrusts as he held her tightly to his loins. They stood just outside the door in the hall, listening to the lewd sounds and words coming from inside the bedroom, and Mason's breath became heavier and heavier to match the intensity of the actions inside. He could sense Iris's total nakedness beneath her nightgown, and their very position there beside the open door began to excite him more and more. Inside the bedroom, Mason's older brother pulled his fingers out of Marli's quivering anal opening, the rubbery skin of her ass clinging to them and making a sucking, hissing noise.

"Kneel up more!" he said thickly. "Get your ass up higher!"

Obediently, Marli drew her knees up further under her, presenting him with the fully stretched cheeks of her buttocks as she felt his hot hard body move in between her open thighs. A shiver of anticipation surged through her limbs as suddenly she felt the smooth bulbous knob of his penis resting within her widesplit nether crevice. Subserviently, she reached her hand back through the arch her legs made and began to gently stroke and cup the heavy sac of his testicles.

"Put it in for me!" he hissed at her, and she took hold of the hotly throbbing cock, feeling its width between her fingers and feeling frightened once more. It seemed too big to go inside her back there! Yet she wanted to do what Harcourt wanted, and she held her breath as he clutched at the top of her trim, widely separated thighs and she placed the bluntness of his male hardness against the tight, hairless opening of her ass!

Harcourt began to push against her, straining into the tight virginal hole of her ass. She was about to tell him that it was no use... it would never go in, when the tiny muscle of her ass gave way and the persistent head of his cock burst into the sanctity of her nether flesh. Desperately, she tried to pull away from him, but he held her tight.

"OH GOD! HARCOURT... IT HURTS... I'M TOO SMALL BACK THERE!" she cried.

But he ignored her pleas, shoving mercilessly as he hugged her shapely hips in his savage attack, and growling, "Push back! Come on! Help me out! Push your ass back!"

Marli could hardly think. Every way she turned there was pain and more pain. The agony was unbelievable!

"Back... BACK!" he snarled, seemingly angered by her immobile stance, but she was afraid to move for fear of the pain inside her. Nevertheless, she tried to move her buttocks backward and with a deliberate, mind-shattering effort born of love, she allowed his slithering cock to surge into the spongy resistant flesh of her back passage.

"AAAAANNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" she groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her upturned white buttocks. She heard him give a harsh whine of passion as he began to saw deep into the soft confines of her fully presented rectal opening.

Listening in the hall outside the bedroom door, Iris had begun to respond to the sounds of the lewd love-making by writhing backward against Mason's thrusting loins, and when his hands began to lift her nightgown up, she could not protest.

Oh, God forgive me... but I want him to touch me so! she thought, her flesh burning with desire as his fingers revealed the creamy nakedness of her soft white body. When her nightgown was way up around her hips and her sleekly quivering buttocks were bared to him, she felt him pull her in against him once more, and to her shocked surprise she felt the naked hardness of his exposed penis pressing fervently into the split of her buttocks.
 
Oh no... she thought. He's not going to do the same thing to me, he CAN'T, not here, no! But she did not know what to do as he began to push and slide the nakedness of his lust- hardened cock in between her trembling ass-cheeks, bending her body this way and that as it pleased him so that he could get the desired sensual effect. She was relieved that he did not try to enter her there, for she could hear the horrifying sounds of Miss Pruitt being rudely sodomized by Harcourt Courtnay. She knew that she could never ever recover from such an act and tried to convince herself that Mason Courtnay would never do such a thing to her! He forced her to bend over forward, letting his hotly throbbing cock fit smoothly into the spread entrance of her hair- lined cunt, and Iris shivered with mounting desire.

Yes, she thought, oh yes... do it now, right now! She felt so excited that she began to push her creamy white buttocks back, and as she did so the long thick hardness of Mason's thrusting cock slipped high into her willingly pulsing pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnnghh!" she moaned, twisting back onto him as she felt herself being filled by the incredible mass of his lust-bloated penis.

OH, IT'S HARD AND WONDERFUL AND I LOVE IT! she thought, in spite of herself.

His hands firmly planted on Iris's hips, Mason Courtnay began a slow skewering motion into the young girl's warmly seeping pussy, feeling his heavy cock speeding along the entire length of her tingling narrow channel, and listening to her soft moans of pleasure. But this was not all he had wanted of her, and boldly, after once more assessing the sounds coming from inside Marli's bedroom, he began to push forward into the room, carrying Iris along with him still firmly attached to him by the lewd penetration of his desire-swollen penis inside her clinging pussy. Iris realized what was happening, but she was too terrified to try to get away. What could she do anyway? He held her so hard that she could feel sharp shooting pains where his fingers dug into the soft fleshy area of her hips. Yet, as he moved, his hard cock jiggled and thrust within her moist confines in a most exciting way. To her alarm, she could hear the noises of the copulating couple on the bed very near by. She and Mason were now almost right next to the bed, she was certain of it. But Marli and Mason's older brother Harcourt were so preoccupied that they didn't know that they had company. By degrees that pain was lessening within the stretched walls of Marli's thickly filled ass, and a certain stimulation began to blend with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her dark hair a crazed entanglement hanging over her face as Harcourt rammed into her again and again and again.

"UNNNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNNNNGH!" he grunted animal-like behind her. "Move your butt!" he commanded. "Can't you do better than that?"

His words stung Marli as she tried to comply. He was sodomizing her! Her own dear Harcourt was performing this completely debasing act upon her! She tried to think, but each time his brutal thrust would drive her forward and she would squirm back onto his hard penetrating cock until soon she was filled with an all pervading masochistic joy. The pain had become pleasurable! She began to shove backward with vigor, in a tempo to meet the young lawyer's brutal thrusts. It was getting better and better ... unlike anything she'd ever felt before! She marveled at the power of her body to bring her new sensations when she thought she had already known them all. It was then that the piercing shriek stunned them both, and Harcourt's surging cock was still plunged within the tightly clenched narrowness of Marli's widely split ass. Directly behind them, right there in the room, a woman had screamed. And now immediately following the scream, sharp sounds of sobbing and the lewd noises of flesh slapping against naked flesh met their ears.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Harcourt cried out.

"Never mind!" his brother's panting voice replied. "GO ON WITH WHAT YOU'RE DOING. IT'S JUST IRIS AND ME, AND WE'LL TAKE OUR CUES FROM YOU! DAMN, YOUR ASS IS TIGHT, IRIS!"

Iris's cries of pain lifted to the ceiling and Harcourt could feel Marli trying to scramble away from him.

"Oh no!" she was saying. "Good God, Harcourt... get that awful boy out of here!"

Harcourt was on the verge of agreeing with her, at first outraged by his younger brother's rude intrusion into his private life. But then the humor of the situation struck him, and he had to chuckle as he heard Iris's whimpering noises and envisioned the two of them there at the foot of the bed. He turned his head around, still without releasing Marli from his strong grip of her upper thighs, and in the darkness could make out the shape of the other two gyrating bodies... the white of Iris's uplifted nightgown... the pale blond of Mason's hair. He had to hand it to his brother... when he decided to pull a stunt it was usually a lulu!

As Marli continued to protest, he suddenly yelled at her, "Shut up! I'm not finished yet! Let them fuck all they want, they're not bothering us!"

Marli was silent. She had always tried to dissimulate her dislike for Mason, feeling herself above such things, but now she felt distinctly debased by the youngest Courtnay brother, and she knew that he was doing this primarily to humiliate her! The fact that Harcourt was going along with it hurt her deeply, and she could not keep tears of bitterness from springing to her eyes. She had thought herself above the kind of situation Mason had gotten her cousin Amanda into several years before, and now she herself was being exploited in much the same manner. Only it was worse, because the man she loved was going along with his insensitive brother... joining in this dually debasing scene! She could hear Iris's whimpers changing to sounds of utter pleasure, and she guessed that Mason was touching her body in such a way as to alleviate the rising pain between the young girl's cock-spread buttocks. Her own buttocks were once more lewdly stretched and the long insertion of her lover's throbbing penis deep within her arching ass made itself felt again as the painfully embedded male flesh recovered from its temporarily softened province and grew harder by the second.

"Come on, you sweet bitch... give it to me..." he growled down at her. "But first, TURN ON THE LIGHTS!"

"NO! NO NO NO!" Marli protested, but Harcourt forced his angrily stiffened cock so deep into her defenselessly upthrust buttocks that she wailed with pain and lifted her hand up toward the low switch on the wall by her bed. In a second the room was flooded with a soft yellow glow from Marli's night table, and Harcourt nearly knocked her flat on her face as he shoved up into her cringing ass again, this time turning his head so he could watch the lewdly occupied couple behind them. It was true... they were doing it too! Mason was fucking the little Irish maid right up her ass, and from his position on the bed, Harcourt could see his brother's lustfully penetrating cock sliding in and out between the full firmly rounded moons of white flesh that formed the moaning girl's buttocks. He could even see the pink flesh of her round little ass-hole draw back with Mason's cock on the outstroke, greedily clasping at it as if to keep it from escaping. He stared in sadistic delight as his brother's sperm-laden balls smacked resoundingly against Iris's tight little dark-haired cunt each time he sank his rock-hard penis to the hilt in her wide-split crevice. Harcourt felt his own lust-bloated testicles palpitating almost painfully and his throbbing cock felt as if it were charged with electricity each time he plunged into Marli's uplifted buttocks. Now she was moaning like a mad-woman, her beautiful face flushed, her eyes rolling in her head, and Harcourt knew he couldn't last much longer. He had fucked with his brother before, Harcourt remembered... long ago when they had been boys in prep school, and then later in college... and they had had some good times together, and some pretty hot numbers. But Harcourt couldn't remember ever having done anything nearly as exciting as this dual sodomizing! He had wanted something special for that night and he was getting it! He could see Mason watching him too, even while he thoroughly impaled the writhing young girl in front of him, and Harcourt realized that they were in a kind of contest together. Who would last longer ... who would cum first?? Harcourt's hand came down on Marli's palely jiggling ass cheek in lewd imitation of a jockey with a thoroughbred horse coming down the home stretch toward the finish line.

"EEEeeeee!" Marli wailed in painful protest, but the excitement had begun to swell within her again and she reached back under her, tickling Harcourt's lewdly swinging balls and turning her face sideways so that he could see the effect he was having on her. Sweat poured down Harcourt's face as he rode her wildly and impersonally. She felt herself to be a mere vessel for his pleasure, and this contributed to her own growing pleasure. What could be more important than receiving his long hard cock... than giving him the utmost pleasure that she could possibly manage??? She knew that the presence of his brother and the maid was making him reach new heights of excitement, and swallowing her own pride once more, she found at the depths of debasement a greater desire than she had ever known filling her nakedly gyrating loins.

Mason watched fascinated as up on the bed his older brother Harcourt's thickly throbbing cock disappeared all the way up into Marli's wriggling buttocks with every cruel thrust. None of it was left visible to his eyes as it submerged its full depth into the tightly resilient passage, staining its head as if to burst asunder in her tightly clasping anal channel. Mason had always wanted to get a beautiful bitch like Marli standing on her head so he could fuck her in the ass. He had done it to Amanda, his oldest brother's wife, and he hoped one day to be able to do it to Marli, too. For the moment, though, it was enough to watch and to feel Iris's trim little buttocks smacking against his loins, to know that once more he was bringing the young maid to the point of orgasm with his burning hot cock, owning her and conquering her with his stronger will.

Iris moaned and mewled as the thick desire engorged penis churned within her straining ass. He had penetrated her there with one swift devastating thrust, taking her by surprise after exiting from her desire drenched pussy. And now, she found herself filled with a sense of total abandon. What did anything matter anymore? She had done the worst... was in effect enjoying the obscene deed being perpetrated upon her half naked body. She had allowed herself to be taken in the crudest, most sinful manner known to non or woman, and in the same room with another couple who were doing exactly the same thing! There was no hope for her mortal soul now, and the knowledge suddenly and blissfully freed her!

"OH YES! MASON, FUCK IT! FUCK IT HARD!" she gasped out, her lewd words filling the room and spurring not only her own partner but the other hotly writhing couple to a faster pace.

Mason felt he could cum now whenever he wanted to. He drew his cock out to the tip, watching her virginally tight ass pucker pinkly around him, and then rammed in one long smooth stroke all the way to his loins. Iris whined in ecstasy, and on the bed Marli echoed the same intense sounds. Mason fucked into her again, pulling Iris back onto his lust-throbbing cock like a smooth fitting glove, causing her to scream again.

Harcourt did the same, and Marli screamed with pleasure. The boiling hot lava of his sperm began to churn in Harcourt's heavily veined, pulsing cock. The acute tingling that signaled his imminent release had started! Harcourt grunted loudly as he thrust his fully expanded length into Marli's widespread back passage, his entire naked body beginning to jerk convulsively against her presented buttocks. His mouth hung open loosely as he clawed at the silky skin of Marli's waist with harsh, clutching fingers, pulling her cum white buttocks even wider apart for his thickly climaxing cock to skewer yet another fraction of an inch up into her.

"I'M CUMMING, MASON!" he shouted back to his brother. "CHRIST, I'M CUMMMMMMNNNNGGGGGCGGGGG!"

"ME TOO, YOU HORNY BASTARD!" Mason cried back. "MEEEEE T0000000000!"

Mason grunted and began to pump thick jets of boiling hot sperm from his speeding cock, filling the swollen tightness of Iris's plundered young ass with the white fluid of his cum.

Beneath Harcourt's battering attack Marli felt the first delicious torrents of the hot white cum splutter wildly into the aching depths of her abused ass. It surged through her cock-split ass like a volcanic eruption, warming her belly rapturously. The sensation and the lewd knowledge that Harcourt was actually paying more attention to his brother at this intimate moment than he was to her, strangely touched off her own climax and she screamed as the great rush of pleasure rippled through her trembling loins.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGOGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"

The combined cries of orgasm swirled to the high ceilinged bedroom. Iris's voice was a high pitched soprano sustaining her notes near high "C" as Mason's fingers touched the streaming pit of her dark brown hairy pussy and the thick white sperm from his cock slid back out of her sore ass and down the inner sides of her widespread thighs.

"GIVE ME YOUR CUM, GIVE ME YOUR CUM! OH HARCOURT, HARCOURT, I LOVE YOU! LOVE YOU!" Marli sobbed piteously, her entire body wracked with spasms as Harcourt clung to her from behind. The pleasure within her seemed to go on forever as she let herself get lost in the world of her own carnal sensations. Distantly, the wetly obscene sounds of the other couple mingled in her head, and she knew that they were all experiencing some kind of lewd four way climax, where each orgasm hung on the others and was continually spurred on in a dizzying, mind expanding chain reaction. Marli's head swam as she felt her quivering knees give way and Harcourt pulled out of her at last with a soft gaseous, sucking sound. As he fell to the side of her, she collapsed, her sweat covered naked body completely spent.


Marli could feel Harcourt's body warm against her as gradually she began to recover. The reality of the strange situation was returning, and she wanted to be alone with her lover now. It was then that she heard Mason's smooth voice.

"Let's have a little fun with the girls!" he said.

Marli sat up in bed, her face livid with anger. She clutched for a piece of the sheet to cover her nakedness. Mason was standing naked in the middle of the room, having apparently just removed his clothes, for his long black lounging robe and a mixture of underwear and trousers lay upon the floor. Beside him the indecisive figure of the disheveled Iris stood clad in her now rumpled white cotton nightgown.

Marli glared at the two of them and was about to speak her mind when Harcourt, rising up on his elbow beside her, drawled out, "Why not? What do you have in mind, Mason?"

"Get out... get out of my room, all of you!" Marli cried, nonplused. "Enough is enough!"

But Harcourt's fingers were already curling around her breasts, beginning to tease them the way he always did, bringing all the unwanted desire rushing back to the flushed surface of her naked body.

"Enough? Sometimes only too much is enough, my darling!"

To her consternation, Marli could not stop the continuous waves of pleasure that were coursing through her loins. She was mortified though, because she could see Mason looking at her impudently, his blue eyes mirthfully flashing. Harcourt's younger brother grasped Iris about the waist just as she was backing away to the door and brought her close to the bed.

"The two of them!" he said to Harcourt. "Let's see them do it to each other!"

"YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR MIND!" Marli cried.

"NO! I'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE! PLEASE LET ME GO!" Iris squirmed and tried to pull away, but with a good-natured laugh Mason pushed her onto the bed next to Marli.

Harcourt's fingers tightened their grip around Marli's body, his hands cupping against her large firm breasts. When she tried to twist away, his hands pulled her back, pressing expertly at her sensitive nipples and sending shivers of unexpected and unwanted desire racing through her helplessly pinned body. But it was a desire for him, not for the perverse caresses of some maid!

"Mmmmm..." Harcourt was saying. Just the thought of it was enough to make his pulsing cock raging hard again. "That would be quite a sight, wouldn't it?"

He was looking steadily at Iris, and she cast her eyes downward, unable to withstand his lustful gaze.

"This one will do anything I say!" Mason bragged to his brother.

"This one too!" Harcourt laughed, pinching Marli's breast knowingly. "Come on, baby," he said to her persuasively. "You'll like it... I know you will!"

"Oh God," Marli moaned softly. "Oh God!"

She tried not to think of anything. Her eyes remained closed as she heard their voices trading wise remarks and then breaking into raucous laughter once more. How could anyone be so crude? The Courtnay brothers might be fine separately, but Marli could not abide their staggering male chauvinism when they were together. She had always thought that she and Harcourt had an understanding about the male and female roles... and certainly in their daily work life together there was not a hint of the usual kind of masculine injustice toward women. She was valued as an equal... a valued and valuable partner! In their private life, she chose to let him conquer her body, to extract from it the greatest delights. But recently things had been getting out of hand. First that 'lunch' with Minister Verdan, and then the double sodomy and now THIS! Marli did not know what to think. She burned inwardly at Mason's original statement about 'having fun with the girls'!

Both Mason and Harcourt mistook her silence for compliance and began to take full advantage of the situation.

Helplessly, Iris looked to Marli for help, but the older woman refused to look her in the eye. Mason was urging her on, directing her, pushing her hands toward the softly protruding tips of Marli's breasts with their dark areolas the size of half dollars. The bewildered young maid was frightened of many things ... of Mason, of Harcourt and of Marli herself. How had she ever gotten herself into such a situation? She felt that they were all forcing her into a lewd act of which she wanted no part. But she was already in a thoroughly compromising position and it seemed too late for regrets. With trembling fingers, Iris reached out for Marli's stiffening body. The dark haired woman's nakedness was partially covered by the satin sheets, and only her torso and breasts were exposed to the trio's eyes. Her voluptuously white body gleamed in the soft light of the night lamp... beads of nervous perspiration glistened all over her skin. Harcourt reached out and pulled away the rest of the sheet. Her figure was perfect. The rib lines above the sharply indented waist, the navel with a thin line of down that ran like a pointer to the sleek curls of dark pussy hair against which the tops of her thighs pressed in an unsuccessful effort of concealment. She was all breasts, hips and thighs, seemingly ready to comply with the two brother's lewd suggestions.

Marli felt two small hands touching her nipples, and closed her eyes tighter. She looked almost noble as she shivered beneath the young woman's unfamiliar touch.

"Lie down!" Harcourt cried enthusiastically, moving over on the bed to make room for Iris. Dutifully Iris climbed up onto the bed as Harcourt's hands pushed Marli down. Tears welled into her eyes, as Marli realized that she was only a spectacle for the Courtnay brothers and that Harcourt was going too far in the little love game that they had devised between them. DID HE THINK HE COULD MAKE HER DO ANYTHING... ANYTHING AT ALL? But it occurred to her that perhaps he could, otherwise why was she lying there no, doing as she was told??? She knew that it was not only because she dreaded the stupidity of a scene, of a direct confrontation during which she would refuse to have any more to do with any of them. After all, she had just agreed to make love with the other couple right there in the room... was it really such a big step from that to this?!

Marli could hardly believe it when the young maid's fingers continued to touch and stroke her breasts with gentle severance, gradually becoming more used to the task and more expert at it as Marli's nipples hardened unwillingly beneath the exciting pressure. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides as she lay with her legs slightly parted, eyes still tightly closed, allowing the frightened maid to caress her quiveringly naked breasts. Iris was now tweaking the nipples with determination and Marli could hear the girl's careful, heavy breathing, as well as the breathing of the two men watching.

"Keep it up!" Mason commanded. "Lower... go down lower!"

"Let's get her nightgown off!" Harcourt suggested. The rustle of clothing and the temporary surcease of the gentle touching at her breasts told her that they were taking off the little maid's prim white nightgown. Then Marli felt the girl begin to trace tiny invisible fingernail lines across her rib cage and down along her stomach to the softly indented navel, pausing there to draw a small circle inside. Marli lay trembling with shame, and Iris felt much the same way, except for the rising curiosity within her as she began to explore another woman's body for the first time in her life.

It occurred to Iris that she would do to Marli just what she herself found stimulating, and that way she would hope to avoid displeasing her and making her that much more uncomfortable. She sensed now that both of them were in much the same position, and her heart went out to Marli as another woman who was being put down by the Courtnays.

How degrading! Marli thought. How terribly degrading! Tears streamed down her cheeks now as she realized that she would never really be the same again. All her life she would remember this night and wonder how to go about forgiving herself for letting it happen!

She had always maintained a fierce indifference to the idea of lesbianism, pushing out of her mind any curious thoughts she might have had on the subject. Even that long ago childhood touching that she and Amanda had done in bed at night had been pushed to the farthest reaches of her mind. Now it returned to haunt her, and she remembered just how close she and her cousin had once been. Unlike now, when they had little to say to each other although they traveled in much the same circles. She felt a strange nostalgia for that friendship... that sisterhood with Amanda that she herself had so blithely tossed away upon her arrival in the Courtnay household. The fame and glory of the Courtnays had blinded her, making her forsake Amanda's friendship and quite literally betray her to the male members of the family. For it was she who had revealed the presence of an incriminating tape recording to Amanda's husband Tom!

Well, I'm paying for that now! Marli thought suddenly. I'm paying for everything! She lay there with her cum white legs spread apart, her body growing more and more tense as the small fingers reached the curly tendrils of her tight clasping pussy.

"JESUS!" Mason exclaimed from his position beside the bed. "You're doing okay, Iris... don't stop now!"

Mason was beginning to pull at the desire-enlarged shaft of his lustfully throbbing cock. He had never seen anything so magnificent as the sight of the two young women together. He could tell that Harcourt was enjoying it too, as his brother looked on with an intense expression, his hand fondling down between his thighs, clutching the swollen hardness of his rigid penis.

"Oh God!" Marli moaned again. It was going to happen now. She felt sticky and moist all over and she could feel the eyes of the two brothers boring into her flesh. She felt shamed and defenseless and humiliated.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" she cried out as finally Iris's fingers spread the slender hair trimmed lips of her pussy, exposing her quivering little clitoris to the air. Then the fingers were sliding softly over the growing pleasure-bud, teasing it, tickling it, pulling at it.

Iris was playing with Marli's moist cuntal furrow the way she played with herself in the secrecy of her bed. That sinful activity that she had grown so used to and so accomplished at was now being put to some other use!

Marli groaned and bit her lips. The softness of the maid's touch was strange to her. It brought back the feathery delights that she and Amanda had known, and after all the rough tortures her body had been through this evening she was profoundly shocked by the change. Iris's fingers were reaching her on some other level... a level that Marli had not really explored in depth. The young maid stroked her tenderly, almost as though Marli were a child, and she could sense a sympathy behind the light touches as though the small, almost frail girl were speaking to her with her hands, telling her not to be frightened, that she would not hurt her or abuse her as a man might. In spite of herself, Marli could feel her trembling pussy beginning to grow moister as her clitoris expanded beneath Iris's agile fingering. The maid kept on working at the delicate cuntal flesh, slowly but surely, gently massaging and caressing. Then she let two of her fingers slip into the wetly seeping opening of Marli's pliant cunt, plunging up, up into her clasping vaginal passage, softly pushing against the walls as her tightly held together fingers traveled the full length of the other woman's warmly awakening pussy.

"Aaaaaaaah!" Iris cried out in response to Marli's cry of pleasure.

"Get on top! Get on top!" Harcourt urged excitedly.

Mason thought he was going to cum any second, and momentarily stopped the intense beating of his hand against his blood-swollen cock as he pulled the thick foreskin all the way back, letting his huge bulbous cockhead stand out proudly and ferociously.

Iris did not wait to be told a second time, and almost eagerly she climbed up from between Marli's tremblingly widespread legs, without removing her firmly implanted fingers from the throbbing furrow of the other woman's cunt.

The humiliated young girl climbed halfway on top of Marli, pressing her own naked breasts down against the voluptuously quivering shapes of Marli's larger breasts. Marli sighed loudly as she felt the soft sensation of breasts pressing against hers, while Iris's fingers still swirled insistently around up inside her tingling cunt. The combination was unbearable. It was comfort and warmth, it was mother love with sex added... everything she who had lost her mother at an early age wanted and needed. Marli made one last desperate effort to control herself, to call back that dignified and alert young woman she usually was; but it was no use. Even with the two onlookers, the lewdly engrossed brothers, she still could not prevent herself from letting go. There was nothing left for her but the incredibly perverted thrill of Iris's love making and she abandoned herself to it as though she were drowning and Iris's slender body would keep her afloat. Iris could feel the change in Marli and it inspired her. Moaning softly to herself, she began to rub her dark hairy cunt down against the quivering mound of Marli's pussy while Marli writhed sensuously beneath her, her legs straining apart. She just didn't care anymore. Iris felt a wonderful sense of power that she could make Marli respond to her this way... that she could bring such pleasure to the older woman's loins. It gave her a completely different vision of herself; she was no longer just a maid to be attacked whenever Mason Courtnay felt like it... or to wait years for a fiancee that she was realizing she didn't even love. She was a person... a woman who could bring pleasure to an intelligent and forceful lady like Marli Pruitt as well as any man could! Marli moaned as Iris increased her caresses, slipping her fingers in and out of the brunette's lust-aroused pussy as though she were possessed by a demon, wriggling her small shapely body nakedly against hers, letting the silky flesh of it blend with hers as her hairy pussy began to slide against the widely exposed area of Marli's sensitive clit. Marli moaned over and over again, her streaming pussy like one big longing ache as she strained against the heated friction both within her loins and without. Her buttocks tightened and grew slack, only to tighten again as she heard Iris begin to utter a steady stream of incomprehensible words in a low husky whisper. Iris's fingers slithering upward into Marli's tightly clenching pussy felt less and less like fingers and more and more like a special kind of cock pushing against the rounded protrusion of her cervix, reaching high up to the end of her dark cuntal passage. Iris's pale breasts pressed and rolled against Marli's slightly darker breasts, causing Marli's passion to mount. She knew that there was no help for her now, no saving her, and she was resigned to her fate, almost swooning now from the exquisite floating sensation of pleasure that pervaded her nakedly twisting body. As she sank deeper into her swoon, she opened her eyes for the first time and through the wild flinging strands of Iris's sweet smelling black hair she saw Mason and Harcourt towering over them, both men having moved to the end of the bed so that they could see better. She saw their lust-hardened cock pumping lewdly away over their writhing bodies, but this obscene sight did little to dampen her mounting excitement.

So what? she thought. SO WHAT! She felt angrily proud that she could get along without them very well, that she and Iris were lost in a world where there were no men!

The highly aroused brunette let her lips struggle up against Iris's, her arms enfolding the girl's small but strong body, pulling her closer against the rising pressure in her naked loins. She could feel it enveloping her. There was no shame whatsoever, only the precious body of another woman making her cry out, making her want to explode. She was breaking in two. OH GOD, IT WAS TOO MUCH! TOO GOOD!!

"Yes, now!" Iris whispered suddenly to her, and the urgency of the maid's voice released her and she was cumming, cumming so completely that it was as if gravity had let loose flinging her into nothingness, projecting her with a tremendous force into... what?... another force of similar magnitude! Dimly, Marli realized that Iris was cumming too, writhing excitedly on top of her own bucking and twisting body. She could feel the drenched inner cunt, the hairy outer pussy, grinding down madly against her own fully exposed, insanely climaxing pussy... and thousands of electric sparks seemed to be ricocheting between their two soft feminine bodies.

"Kiiissss mmmmmeeeee... OOOOOOOH KISSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMEEEEE!!" Marli begged, and she felt Iris's tender lips apply themselves to hers in a soul-searing kiss that heightened the shattering orgasm that had become on mutual orgasm between them.

"OOOOOooooooohhmmmmmmMMMMMM!" The two women's tongues mingled knowingly, as though they had waited years for this moment, and their groans of blissful cumming expanded throughout the large bedroom for long, long minutes as they continued to writhe nakedly against each other, oblivious to the two brothers who had inspired their loving. Iris's fingers moved slowly in ever widening circles up within the contracting and pulsing walls of Marli's moisture drenched pussy. She was milking the other woman's orgasm for all it was worth, extending it, increasing it, making it build just when it might fade.

"OOOOooooooooggghhhh!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!!!!"

"IMMMMMMCCCCUUJMMMMMIIINNNGGG AGAINNNNNN!" Marli cried aloud, increasing her grip on Iris's passionately moving body over hers.

"Yes... yes... yes!" Iris replied. "Yes!"

Mason looked at Harcourt, and his brother looked back at him. In their expression was a little of the defeat that they sensed. They had intended another kind of fun. Yet, the scene between the two women had such a powerful erotic value that they could not help but admit, albeit mutely, that it was by far the most profoundly moving thing they had ever witnessed. Their own climaxes were starting as they stood over the nakedly trembling women. Harcourt started first, soon to be followed by Mason, and shortly two streams of thick white fluid began to spurt forth, covering the milk-white bodies on the bed and slipping down over the silken surfaces to the crumpled satin sheets beneath.



"Can I help you?" Tom watched as his slender blonde wife struggled with the back zipper of her dress. It was Sunday night and they were going to be flying back to Bonavista late that night rather than waiting for the morning flight. It had been a very productive weekend, and Tom felt confident that he and Harcourt had made the right decisions. The nomination was within reach!

Tom moved over to Amanda and put his arms around her, holding her close to him as she stood looking in the mirror.

"You're a pretty good lay, you know!" he whispered into her ear.

Amanda blushed, thinking of how Tom had held her so tenderly only a few moments before on their big double bed. The sweetness of their love making only made her sadder when she realized that she still had to meet with that dreadful man, their ex-valet Krasky, on Monday in order to retrieve the blackmail tapes. She sighed and let her husband hug her, closing her eyes and wishing that there was nothing to mar her happiness with the young minister.

"Start thinking about what changes you want to make in the White House, honey. It won't be long now!" he told her. Then as an afterthought he added, "And I'll fuck you just as well there as I did just now... maybe better!"

Tom couldn't help laughing as he imagined himself doing the most obscene things with his wife in every room of the White House. And then of course there was Mrs. Gabrison, too! He was certain that he would be the best prime minister the country had ever had, and part of it would be due to his erotic stamina. Tom pulled back from Amanda and zipped her up. Amanda felt the knife- like turn inside her stomach that happened whenever Tom mentioned the presidency... recently, that is. Whatever happened, she must see to it that Krasky had no dealings with that columnist, and that the tapes were destroyed once arid for all!

Down the hall, Marli dressed hurriedly. She wanted to go down to the living room and get her briefcase that she'd left there after a work session earlier in the day. There were a few details that she wanted to discuss with Harcourt again before they got to the office the next morning. The family plane would carry them all back to Bonavista that night, and Marli hoped to get some sleep during the trip. She certainly hadn't gotten much over the weekend, what with Friday night extending so far into Saturday and work sessions all day Saturday and Sunday. Now she felt tired and wanted nothing so much as a complete rest... a short trip to the Bahamas, perhaps, something like that. But she knew that there would be no rest for any of them now until Tom Courtnay was in the White House, and everything had to wait for that happy event. She was just about to go out the door when there was a soft knock. She didn't expect Harcourt, and he rarely knocked anyway, so Marli thought that perhaps it was Amanda coming to speak to her about something. She had been thinking a great deal about her cousin since that night when Mason and Harcourt had forced the young maid Iris to make love to her. More than anything, the lascivious evening had made her regret that she and her cousin were no longer close. And she knew that she herself was to blame. After all, they had once been like sisters and now they spoke mainly of the weather or some other inconsequential subject. She opened the door, hoping that it would be Amanda and that she could get across something of what she felt.

"Iris!" The small Irish maid stood timidly in the doorway.

"May I come in, Miss Pruitt?" she asked.

Marli flushed and motioned Iris in. "Why... why, of course!" she stammered. "And you mustn't ever, ever call me Miss Pruitt again. My name is Marli!"

Iris stood uncertainly in the middle of the room, and then, embarrassed that she had forgotten her manners, Marli asked her to sit down. Iris sat daintily on a Louis XV chair, wringing her hands in consternation.

"Yes... yes, I will," she mumbled. The vision of their obscene love-making hung heavily between them, and both women remembered with precision each tender caress, each warm word between them.

"Can I... is there something I can help you with?" Marli inquired. After all, this young maid had helped her more perhaps than she would ever realize. Through her, Marli had re- established her own right, her own intrinsic value in the face of the two Courtnay brothers. She knew that she still loved Harcourt, probably always would, but now she also knew that there would always be a struggle between them, and that she must be on guard against any attempt he might make to completely undermine her will.

"There... there's something you must know!" Iris stammered out. She had been thinking about it all weekend, and finally she realized that the only person she could talk to would be Marli. Surely she would know some way to help Amanda Courtnay get rid of Krasky!

The two women spoke for about 15 minutes, and then Iris left the room - but not without a tender embrace from Marli before they parted. Marli had promised her that no harm would come to Amanda and that they would stop Krasky's vicious attempt at blackmail.

The first person she had to talk to was Harcourt.


Bonavista's streets were glistening wet as they sped through the city. Tom and Amanda were in their own car and Tom was driving. Marli could see the green VW turn the corner in front of their limousine as she and Harcourt continued going straight to their apartment house.

"She wouldn't tell me a damned thing!" Harcourt said to Marli. "Denied the whole thing to the end. The way I see it we've got to get to Krasky without Amanda's help. Obviously she thinks she's the only one who can handle him... and about that I'm certain she's wrong!"

"Yes," said Marli. "She's shown bad judgment before!"

"You can say that again," Harcourt replied grimly.

"Oh, it's all my fault... If only I had helped her when she first sent for me... If only I had let her confide in me!"

Marli knew now that that was the original reason that Amanda had asked Marli to come to Avalon. She had needed an ally against the Courtnays, against Tom who paid little attention to her then, and against Harcourt who thought of her as an object to help Tom get elected Minister, and most of all against Mason who would go to any lengths to make her give in to his sexual demands. Marli had not helped, and Amanda had given in to Mason, and that was when the tape had been made.

"All that's water under the bridge," Harcourt said pragmatically. "What's important is now... and the NOMINATION!"

Marli realized that he was right, and later that night in Harcourt's apartment they set about trying to locate Krasky. They discovered that he had moved from the original apartment that Tom had personally located for his former valet. They would not be able to trace his steps until the next day, and that meant that their best course would be to follow Amanda when she went to meet him.

Marli slept fitfully that night, realizing that the next day would be so important to all of them. Its course would determine whether or not Tom reached his final goal, or had his wife and his brother's name headlined in every paper in the country. His career might never recover should the latter event occur!

"Sleep!" said Harcourt tersely beside her... but she knew that he too was awake and thinking about what was going to happen.


The taxi driver smiled broadly. He had recognized Amanda Courtnay even though she was wearing her darkest glasses and had pushed her gleaming blonde hair back under a cap. Realizing that the lovely young Minister's wife was in no mood for conversation, he refrained from speaking to her. He was content enough to have such a celebrity in his taxi, although he did wonder why she had not taken a limousine and why she was going to such a middle-class neighborhood. From what he had read about the Courtnays, they hung out with the cum of Bonavista... with the Ambassadors and the socialites and even with the Prime Minister and his entourage. He watched the young woman as she walked away from him down the cement sidewalk. He tried to memorize everything about her so that he could tell his wife and kids when he got home. He had seen THE Amanda Courtnay!

Amanda was wearing a light top coat that covered her dark burgundy-colored dress. The dress was high-necked and long- sleeved and more suitable to winter than to the month of April. Nevertheless, its warmth gave Amanda courage as she approached the building she dreaded to enter. The front door was just slightly ajar, and Amanda stood for what seemed an eternity before she entered. She had little hope left that Krasky would not ask some other obscene deed from her before giving her the tapes and agreeing to omit any mention of her own misdeeds from his forthcoming book of memoirs. She had decided within herself that she had no choice but to submit. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and if she had to degrade herself again to save her husband from humiliation, she would do so. After all... she herself had created this horrible situation by her moment of weakness with her husband's youngest brother, Mason, and there was no one now to get her out of it but herself! To bolster her nerves, Amanda had drunk several White Russians before leaving her elegant town house some distance away. The vodka and white Creme de Cacao had slipped easily to her near- empty stomach, and had given her just the dulling effect that she needed to face the afternoon. She had not reckoned with the effect the alcohol would have as it mingled with the amphetamines and tranquilizers in her system. As she was already pulled between high and low by the two interacting drugs, the alcohol created a dizzy, spinning effect, and she could feel all sorts of strange thoughts racing through her mind as her body felt powered by the false energy she had created. She entered the building and knocked at the door with a timidity that made her even more frightened of what was going to happen. She knocked again louder, as if to allay her own fears. Krasky came to the door, opening it and smiling at her with his deceptively mild-mannered servant's air. Amanda entered as the former valet ushered her politely in, and then stood uncertainly by the door with her arms hanging loosely at her sides. Even though she had been there only once before, every detail of the apartment seemed etched in her mind. She looked around her, a doomed expression on her face, and then turned to Krasky.

"Please sit down, Mrs. Courtnay," he said. "Won't you have something... it's almost wine time..."

"No... I only came for the tapes..." she said abruptly. "You promised..."

"Oh, yes... the tapes... But Mrs. Courtnay, I'm disappointed. I was sure you would want to go over the rest of the book with me!"

Amanda realized that she ought to know the whole truth. She couldn't just ignore the fact that even without incriminating tapes, the book could paint the entire family in such a bad light that it would ruin her husband's chances for re-election. There were any number of unscrupulous newspapermen and publishers who would give anything to get their hands on Krasky's writings. Somehow, she had to persuade him to cancel the entire project. Somehow.

Krasky helped her out of her coat.

"Now, if you'll sit down... I'm sure you'd like a little brandy at least." He was already on his way to the kitchen, where Amanda presumed he kept the brandy. She did not protest. She would need all the help she could get and the brandy would taste good. She sat down on the sofa and tried to keep from looking at all the photos of the Courtnays... but one of Mrs. Trinity Courtnay, her husband's mother, kept catching her eye. No matter what, Amanda thought, she must protect her husband! She thought of how delighted Mrs. Courtnay would be to prove her daughter-in-law an incompetent promiscuous fool, even if it did ruin Tom's career! Amanda determined to do anything to prevent that from happening!

When Krasky returned with the brandy bottle, Amanda felt very light-headed as she said, "I am prepared to do anything you want to get the tapes and your word that you will not publish a book about the Courtnays!"

Krasky stopped in the middle of the room, and appeared startled for a second. Then his face broke into a smile in which only the traces of his servile valet's smile could be seen. He was a different man. Already his life had changed so much during his time away from the Courtnays that Krasky was feeling his health undergo a rapid improvement. He moved forward again, his tall somberly dressed form slightly stooped with age, but still impeccable, still crisp and presentable. He offered Mrs. Courtnay the snifter glass of brandy and set the small serving tray down.

"In that case," he said, "we should adjourn immediately to the workroom!"

"The workroom?" Amanda inquired. "You mean in there...?" She pointed toward the bedroom where the tape recorder was and where he had forced her into a horrible, unwilling intimacy.

"Yes... but in the other door."

Amanda had never even noticed another door, but now as she hesitantly followed the valet, she saw that indeed there was one on the other side of the small bedroom. When Krasky turned to make sure she was following, he smiled approvingly and said, "I'm glad you're bringing your brandy... we may be some time in here!"

A shudder went through Amanda. She was thinking all sorts of wild thoughts. If all he wanted to do was make love to her, certainly she could do that. After all, she had already done so once, under the influence of a drug, true... but certainly she would survive it a second time, no matter how distasteful she found it! She tried to steel herself against his demands for her body, telling herself that the flesh meant nothing... that she could remain mentally above it all... and afterward... dear God, afterward she would have what she had come to get! She sipped the brandy gratefully, hoping it would dull her senses even more when the time came. Certain that she was right, she was glad that she had resisted all of Harcourt's efforts to drag the entire story out of her. She had lied to him, telling him that the maid must have misunderstood her conversation - that she had been talking to a Mrs. Franks about some masking tape for Tom. Soon it would be all over and she would be free, and Harcourt and Tom would not have been dragged into it. Amanda had hardly noticed her surroundings as she entered the other room. She had supposed it to be some kind of studio that Krasky had set up for himself. To her surprise, she saw that it was filled with all kinds of metal gadgets, some of them hanging from chains on the walls and others standing in corners. She had never seen anything like them, and her heart filled with fear that Krasky wanted to use some of them on her! As she shrank back, however, Krasky propelled her forward and closed the door behind them.

"Don't be afraid. Nothing I do will hurt you."

Amanda stumbled backward away from him.

"I'm so glad you decided to go along with me," Krasky continued. "A young woman of your intelligence... of your... how shall I put it... propensities... know how? Surely my little needs will be very easy for you!"

"What are you talking about!" Amanda screamed, looking frantically around her.

"I'm talking about you and me, Mrs. Courtnay. We hit it off rather well together once. In memory of that time, I have a little program planned. I've been planning it for some time, and I know you won't want to disappoint me by not participating."

"The tapes... the book... you'll give me everything... You'll promise...?" In spite of her fear, Amanda tried to remain strong. She would have little chance of happiness for the rest of her life if she didn't.

"Oh, of course! All yours!" Krasky flicked a button on the side of the wall, and suddenly the room was filled by the sounds of the tapes. Amanda's own voice entreated Mason to fuck her harder and harder. Sounds of her husband's brother's cock entering her own blonde pussy were magnified a thousand times in the small room. She put her hands over her ears, but it did not stop the sound.

"The masscript... what I've finished of it... is over there. Perhaps you'd like to thumb through it?"

Amanda moved swiftly toward a platformed desk, and turned the first page of a thick black binder. Her eyes grew wide with horror as she read: The Courtnays are a peculiar bunch; unlike most living creatures who are content with simpler pleasures, they like sucking and fucking more than anything else. Having had the privilege of serving the Courtnays for over fifty years I can affirm that every single one of them has shown a decided talent for eroticism from its most banal forms to the most bizarre. Starting with Wilbert Courtnay and his wife Trinity, going right on to visiting brothers and cousins, including the Courtnay children, Tom, Harcourt and Mason, their women, and the latest of the Courtnays, Mrs. Tom Courtnay. This book intends to act as a definitive portrait and clear up any questions that the general public may have about the famous family. Amanda turned the pages and saw descriptions of the crudest sort of acts that were purported to have taken place between her mother-in-law and the since deceased father of the Courtnay tribe. Further on, there were descriptions of the young Courtnay boys with their teenage girlfriends, and later of their more sophisticated exploits as young men. Amanda did not dare to turn to the chapter which she was sure must deal with her. She was about to turn toward Krasky and tell him just how disgusting she thought the masscript was, when she felt his arms entwining around her waist. She fought and screamed, but he carried her kicking all the way over to the corner, where she found herself propped upon a sort of altar.

"Would you like to undress or shall I do it for you?" Krasky asked politely. "Don't worry, I will give you a chance to read the masscript more fully in a few moments."

Amanda looked at the despicable man in front of her. To think that the Courtnays had trusted him as a member of the family for all those years and now... Krasky thrust out his hand and started to pull at her dress.

"No!" she cried, defiantly. "I'll do it myself!" She began to disrobe hurriedly, taking off her cap first and letting her golden hair cascade to her shoulders. Her dress came off with a sharp down-pull on the back zipper. Tears streamed down her face as she realized the helplessness of her position, and it was all she could do to keep from sobbing as she pulled her slip up over her head and stood before the ex-servant in her panties and stockings and the black brassiere that she had decided to wear that day.

"Oh, lovely, lovely!" Krasky said, applauding her soundlessly. The lewd tape continued to spin its ugly sounds throughout the room, and Amanda trembled with rage and despair.

"You don't mind if I do the rest, do you? I would rather like that, I think!"

Krasky moved toward her, and she struggled with herself to remain calm. She shut her eyes tightly as revulsion shivered through her nerves and she felt his hands gently pushing against her inner thighs, his fleshy palms slowly pulling her knees apart and sliding hotly up the inner softness of her thighs. She jerked involuntarily as they passed the protective covering of her long stockings and skittered across the sensitive tanned surface of her nakedly exposed flesh between the stocking tops and her sheer black panties. Krasky's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made light contact with the thin silken crotchband up between her full soft thighs. She groaned helplessly as his fingers rummaged on the outside of the flimsy panties, pushing the softness of the smooth material into the narrow quivering slit of her pussy. She shrank away indignantly, but he continued to play teasingly, his fingers pulling gently at the soft golden hairs that protruded from the tight elastic legbands.

I must endure it... I MUST! Amanda told her self repeatedly, trying to remain calm.

His middle finger slipped suddenly under the narrow elastic legband and flicked lewdly at the moist red opening of her pussy beneath, bringing a protesting groan from Amanda. She could feel his eyes feasting hungrily on her secret feminine flesh up between her legs that belonged to her husband Tom, and to no one else! Her tears streamed in tiny rivulets as she struggled to stop the lewd outrages he was visiting upon her unwilling body, but the sudden sight of the book of obscene "memoirs" on the desk across from her stopped her. There was no hope, she had gotten herself into this and the tape of her voice was playing to prove it! She could only hope that he would take her quickly enough before she lost control and did something to make him angry.

"I'll just take them off, now!" Krasky declared, and she shut her eyes again, feeling the smooth nylon drawing slowly over her voluptuously rounded hips and thighs and exposing the whole of her soft golden-haired pussy.

"Just as beautiful as I recall!" Krasky sighed, pulling the flimsy silken panties all the way off and staring longingly at the blonde hairy "vee" of Amanda's trembling pussy.

Krasky stood back, and then he stepped up onto the platform on which Amanda stood, still clad in her garter belt and stockings and her black brassiere. Krasky reached behind her and easily unfastened the clasp of the brassiere, releasing her firm, full, heavy breasts to his hungering eyes. His fingers ran lightly over their pulsing brown tips and he chuckled to himself as she pulled away. Suddenly he was lifting her arms upward, and Amanda felt something snapping over each of her wrists. She looked and saw that she had been strapped to the wall! Nausea rose and she screamed at him.

"Please, let me go! Let me go! I promise you don't have to strap me down. I'll do anything you want, I tell you, anything!"

"Oh please, Mrs. Courtnay," Krasky said in his most polite tone. "Don't worry, no harm will come to you. Just relax. If I'm not mistaken, you'll enjoy this."

Amanda suddenly knew that she was dealing with a completely deranged man.

"Brandy!" the harassed blonde desperately rasped out. "Give me more brandy!"

"As you like, Mrs. Courtnay." Krasky turned and left the room, and while he was gone Amanda could do nothing but listen to the crude tape sounds screaming in her head and look at the thick binding of the masscript that would ruin her husband and his family if it was ever published. Naked except for her stockings and garter belt, she hung from her bound wrists like a pagan offering to the gods, totally bereaved of understanding of why she should find herself in such a terrible position.

When the former valet returned with the bottle of brandy, he poured some into the glass she'd left by the masscript and took it to her. Thirstily, she drank it down as he held it to her parched lips.

"MORE!" she said, and he filled it again and again held it to her lips while she drank. She felt the dizzying effects of the strong liquor spreading! throughout her system, helping her to withstand the dreadful experience she was certain was coming.

"You can let me down, Krasky..." she said in a cajoling voice. "Let me down, and I promise to satisfy you. I'll do anything."

"That will come later, Mrs. Courtnay!" Krasky declared. "First I have a little something you might like to try out!"

Krasky had often thought of the first intimate glimpse he'd had of the nakedly trembling Amanda Courtnay straining with the gilded candle thrust up between her smoothly trembling thighs, trying to satisfy her drugged loins with the outrageous object, pushing it steadily upward with in the moist confines of her passion-drenched cunt. She'd asked him to help her and he had, until finally she'd insisted upon feeling his own human phallus deep within her tormented young pussy.

"I've constructed a little something in your honor!" he said, going over to a drawer in the desk and taking out a large double-headed object that Amanda could not identify through her drunken daze.

"Wh... what is it?" she asked, peering through the haze, but still not managing to clear her eyes or her dully throbbing head.

"IT'S A DILDO! A DOUBLE DILDO... WHICH I'VE GILDED JUST FOR YOU!"


Harcourt and Marli turned back, Harcourt's small MG traversing the heavy mid-afternoon traffic of Bonavista, darting in and out, shooting red lights and going at about 70 miles an hour.

"How could we have lost her?" he snarled. "How could that possibly have happened?"

Slumped in her bucket seat next to him, Marli was silent. She did not know how they could have possibly have lost Amanda's trail across town, but they had. Her cousin's taxi had turned down an unfamiliar street and they had turned right, whereas the taxi had made a left turn.

"I know!" she said suddenly. "Go to Amanda's office. Maybe her secretary can help us!"



Amanda was in a fog of confusion. Krasky had given her the extra glasses of brandy she'd requested. That made five now since she'd been in his apartment. Before her, she could feel he was brandishing the lewd dildo that he had made for her. Suddenly she felt him move closer, and something thick touched between the exposed lips of her pink pussy, pressing inside and parting the pubic hair.

"OH!" Amanda jumped against the bracelets that bound her hands, her eyes jerking open and staring wildly down at Krasky. He was pushing one end of the double-edged phallus into the moistly parted split of her cunt! She could see the object well now, and to her amazement it looked just like a living penis except for its garish color and the strange double-headed design. There were two false cocks, one of large, almost outlandish proportions, and the other smaller and more slender. They were attached in the middle by two hanging objects that were meant to signify testicles, and the whole thing appeared to be made from some kind of rubber. As she hung there helplessly trussed, she felt Krasky parting her legs still wider, and moving the thicker tip with insane persistence within the defenseless opening of her tight pussy.

"Oh please, please stop, please stop! I can't stand it! I ... can't!" she cried. It felt lewder than anything she might have imagined - a teasing artificial cock playing at the tender parts of her widely presented pussy, working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing clitoris and rubbing against it maddeningly until, with a sudden groan, Amanda felt the sensitive little bud involuntarily jerking into hardness. She could hear Krasky laughing above the sounds of the crashing climaxes of their own voice on the all-pervading tape recording. Her desperate pleadings were lost, and he seemed driven to even faster manipulation by her attempts to squirm backward away from the golden dildo.

"I made this with my very own hands," Krasky mused. "It took days, dipping it and re-dipping it in liquid latex. Inside there is a hard but flexible length of rubber hose that gives a satisfactory consistency, and the whole is carefully modeled to give satisfaction!"

Amanda stared down at him, her eyes wide with terror, her lips mumbling supplications which he did not hear.

"This is much more satisfactory than a candle, you will find, Mrs. Courtnay. And you must look upon it as a kind of offering to your great beauty... and how shall I put it... your secret charms?"

He worked the lewd rubber object up slowly over the mound of her hairy pussy and across the flat golden plane of her trembling belly, pausing for a moment as he held it by the small phallus shape, pushing the thick cleft head of the larger cock up along the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her lifted arms.

"Almost like a little pussy there..." Krasky murmured, his face beginning at last to betray the true province of his disturbed mind. He had held together for so long. All those years of being discreet and kind, polite and helpful, and then that one event, that one evening, had started him on a long decline. Amanda's call for aid had sent him rushing to her dressing room that night so long ago, and the final result was this moment when he had the newest member of the Courtnay clan in his own workroom where HE was the master and she was the servant! Amanda felt like she was going to go crazy as she felt the awful soft yet hard consistency of the obscene fake phallus moving over her nakedly cringing flesh. She was relieved when it moved from under her arms where it had prodded first one exposed armpit and then the other, running next over her fully ripe breasts where it began to rub against the swollen nipples, bringing them to a throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the depraved valet who was subjecting her to these horrible indignities, her feeling was slowly changing.

Her cries of humiliation and torture were tapering off into gradually deep groans of forced pleasure. Her thrashing body, helped by the great amounts of alcohol coursing through it, quieted to a slow helpless writhing of uncontrolled sensation. Small rivulets of sweat began to drip from her forehead, wetting the slick gilded of the dildo before her. Tears of frustration again brimmed to her eyes as she felt control of her body slipping away. She had vowed to do anything to get those tapes and to stop Krasky in his attempt to ruin the family, and now she was making good on her word! But the sheer hopelessness of her position and the awful two-headed cock in the hands of the deranged former valet were forcing Amanda into a kind of helpless submission that was intolerable. Her shackled hands pulled desperately at the leather bindings that held her to the wall, as against her will her proud firm breasts throbbed up into full, firm roundness and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the crude rubbing made small circles of tingling pleasure around the brown areolas. As the maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching to absorb its caresses. It dwelled long again on the soft flat area of her naked belly, massaging there and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow, uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her torso to do a strange little shuffling dance upon the wooden altar that Krasky had constructed for her torture. The narrow pink split of her silken pussy was again wide open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor. With a lewd chuckle, Krasky twisted the double dildo in his hands and pushed the smaller end without warning between Amanda's parted thighs and up against the sensitive puckered ring of her ass where it nestled between her softly rounded buttocks. The tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise and Amanda tried to screw herself back against the wall to escape the cruel probe.

"AAAaaaaaaaah! Please... I can't stand it. It's driving me crazy!" she gasped between clenched teeth.

Krasky answered with a sadistic laugh as she bucked and squirmed against the worming probe at her clasping ass. She tried with all her strength to close her legs, squeezing her buttocks tightly together, but there was no relief; it only made the instrument push harder at her back passage.

"NOOOO!" she cried out. "OOOOHHH NOOOO!"

"You must be getting pretty anxious to be fucked by now, Mrs. Courtnay!" Krasky declared.

"NO... nooooo!" she groaned piteously.


"Why, yes, as a matter of fact Mr. Franks did leave a number for Mrs. Courtnay to call."

Jennie, Amanda's secretary was anxious to help Harcourt Courtnay and Miss Pruitt, and she could see that they were tense with worry about something they would not tell her. She refrained from making any comment, however, and began to look for the number.

"Let me see now... where could I have put it?" she said aloud.

"Hurry! Please hurry!" Marli cried. Who knew what Amanda was going through right

Harcourt stood tight-lipped as Jennie finally unearthed a phone number. He got out his phone book and withdrew a punch card from it which he inserted in Jennie's desk phone and listened impatiently as the numbers were registered and the call went through.

"Dawson? This is Harcourt Courtnay. We need the address that goes with this phone number..."

Marli listened anxiously as Harcourt spoke to his contact at the phone company. She knew that within a few minutes they would be on their way again to find her cousin Amanda.


"Where do you want it first... in the front or in the back? Or both at once?" Krasky asked lewdly, his face a contorted mask of desire. He felt his own cock bursting hotly against his pants, but he intended to have that pleasure later... only after he had watched the little performance he had planned for so long. He was delighted as Amanda Courtnay cringed at the ugliness of his words, and his eyes swept over the smooth golden beauty of her nakedness. Suddenly inspired, he held the strange object that he had created by the center piece, the handle in the form of hanging testicles, and fitted the tip of each fake cock respectively to the contours of Amanda's tiny pink pussy and her puckered ass. He thrust upward with a hard lunge. Since she was standing slightly above him on the wooden platform, it was a fairly easy matter to make both phalluses enter the tightly contracted orifices of the frightened blonde minister's wife. It meant that the twin dildos were bent together, the thick rubber tubing inside giving, but providing an elasticity to the organ that assured a tension between the two probing instruments... the one rising slowly up into Amanda's tightly resisting anal passage, and the other larger one pressing upward into her defenselessly open pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Amanda cried out as she felt the harsh entry of the two hard rubber cocks in the burning channel of her ass and the wet narrowness of her hairy pussy. She could feel the thick tips, so life-like in their construction, pushing upward within her, each rising in a separate orifice but both close together in her defenselessly suspended body. The pain and horror of it almost made her faint, and she hung limply, her hands held tightly by their unyielding manacles. Her legs and thighs trembled as she felt herself totally stuffed by the obscene device, and she began to scream wildly, pleading with the former valet to stop.

But Krasky began to make sharp upward thrusts into the slippery passages, holding firmly to the middle section of the double-headed dildo.

"NNNNGHHH!" he grunted as he thrust harder and harder, sending the speeding hard cocks higher and higher up into Amanda's tortured young cunt and ass. Amanda began to hop up and down, somehow realizing the ludicrous way she must look, but uncaring as she attempted to ease the awful burning pain of the two thudding phalluses that filled her, fitting so tightly into each of her orifices that she feared they might become stuck in there and never come out again. But Krasky was able to withdraw them and push them back in, though it caused him some effort. He was easily able to see the two long cocks entering and exiting between the nakedly jiggling flesh of Amanda's soft full thighs and her cushiony buttocks. He grunted with pleasure at each thrust, and thought of his many years of service with the Courtnay family. He had often dreamed of doing something like this to Mrs. Trinity Courtnay, Amanda's mother-in-law, years ago when he had been a young man and Mrs. Courtnay a comely young woman who often allowed him glimpses of her in her flowing silk nightgown. Oh yes, he had known then of her many lovers, although Wilbert Courtnay never suspected a thing. And more than once Krasky had watched as Trinity Courtnay, thinking she was alone, spread her long shapely legs for some gallant young visitor, clasping his thrusting form to the moist tender split of her naked pussy. Oh, there were many things he had seen, and he had entered them all in the book. But only one person had been gracious enough to invite him to participate in the Courtnay shenanigans, and that was Amanda Courtnay.

"Thank you, Mrs. Courtnay!" he said out loud now, looking up at the moaning young woman's defenselessly spread thighs and buttocks.

Amanda 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 pussy, and its unwanted elongated twin ground ceaselessly upward into her lewdly impaled ass. 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 pussy. 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!" Krasky called up to her. The harder the struggling blonde wife's ass 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 Amanda Courtnay 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 Amanda's nakedly trapped back passage and into her streaming pussy, while above him Amanda 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 Courtnays! 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 Krasky was waiting for some sign of her submission before he would stop! With a superhuman effort, Amanda 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 Courtnays... that no one would get the better of her!


Marli and Harcourt ran breathlessly up the steps. They entered the building and found the door to Krasky's apartment. Harcourt 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 Marli, 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 Harcourt 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 Amanda was furiously squirming her buttocks and her thickly penetrated tight 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 Krasky, his silver hair flying about in sweat-glistening 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 minister's wife with new determination. At last, Amanda 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. Krasky 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.

"OOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH!" 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 Amanda's narrow ass.

"AAAAAAARRRRRHRHGHHHHHH! CUMMMMMMIINNNNNGGG! MRS. COURTNAY, 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! DO IT TO ME! STICK IT IN ME HARDER! I'LL SHOW YOU! I'LL SHOW YOU!!!"

Amanda's flesh was sweat slickened and shining in the final convulsive province 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 ass, 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 Amanda 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. Krasky was squeezing the "testicles" of his creation, and two jets of creamy milk spread high up into her already drenched pussy and her burning anal canal. The unexpected splash of wetness caused Amanda 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.

"AAAAAAHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghhghhhhhhh!!!"


The apartment in the Hilton Hotel was comfortable, and the air-conditioning counteracted the heat of the sweltering convention city outside.

It was all over now but the cheering, and the members of the Courtnay family sat around watching reruns of the big event on the color TV.

Mrs. Trinity Courtnay had just left after warmly embracing all of them and giving a word of caution to Amanda about Tom's health.

Now Tom and Amanda and Harcourt and Marli sat together on a large comfortable sofa. Across from them, sitting on the floor, was Mason, the youngest brother. Mellow smiles of satisfaction creased all of their faces as they opened yet another bottle of champagne and drank it down.

Tom's hands moved against his smiling wife's soft breasts within the material of her cashmere sweater, and she began to croon soft words of endearment to him.

"You won, darling! You won!"

Marli and Harcourt were already kissing passionately, and Harcourt's fingers were climbing beneath the brunette's short skirt, rising toward the willing pit of her hidden pussy.

In spite of the fact that they were not alone, Tom couldn't help feeling the general air of sensuality in the room, and his dormant penis grew harder by the second. His wife's voluptuously rounded breasts were soft and naked in his fingers and he longed to touch her cum-white body all over. Yet they couldn't leave the others just yet. His other hand reached beneath her skirts tentatively at first, and then boldly.

"I couldn't have done it without all of you," he said.

His brother, Harcourt, while letting his thick middle finger crease the thin furrow of Marli's pulsing tight cunt, murmured to the room in general, "This is only the beginning, folks! Now that we have the nomination... what we want is the Prime Ministry!!"

"Ooooooooooh!" Marli couldn't help crooning with delight as she felt the surges of pleasure rising from her tingling pussy. Her fingers moved stealthily on the couch toward her cousin, who was sitting next to her. She couldn't help feeling grateful that they had spared her any further indecencies from the former valet. Krasky was safe and snug now in a rest home that was, incidentally, owned by the Courtnay Foundation. He had declared that Amanda had thoroughly satisfied his every need, and that they were welcome to all his manuscripts along with the tapes.

Marli moved her fingers upward toward Amanda's already quivering thighs, and was surprised to meet Tom's fingers there. But instead of retreating, she let her hand rise with his toward the trembling pit of his wife's golden-haired cunt.

"We were so close once," she whispered as she felt Harcourt's surging fingers slip up into her warmly clasping pussy. "So close!"

"We can be again," sighed Amanda as she felt the two hands, one her beloved husband's and the other her cousin's slipping into the nakedness of her pussy beneath her brief nylon panties.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she sighed.

Mason was on the phone on the other side of the room. Not to be outdone, he decided he would have to have a partner of his own.

By the time he returned from the telephone, he found the foursome completely naked, a pile of clothes strewn across the room. In the background, the television rebroadcasted the events leading up to this joyous moment.

"The final votes are in! Tom Courtnay has received his party's nomination for the Prime Minister of Canada! And here he is now... here comes Tom Courtnay now!!! Listen to that crowd roar! This young man is obviously a very popular candidate for the highest office that this country has to offer!

Tom Courtnay's head was buzzing from the flush of victory. He was filled with nothing but love for his entire family who had worked as a team to win him the nomination. Just how hard they had all worked, he would never know, but as he kissed and fondled his wife's naked breasts down on the floor in front of the television set, he was pleased to see how hungrily she received the caresses of her pretty brunette cousin, Marli.

"You needed a friend, darling," he whispered into her mouth as their tongues interlocked wetly. Later, he was to slide his lust-hardened cock in between her willingly open teeth while Marli's tongue delved the mysteries of his wife's golden-haired pussy, and Harcourt surged into the fully presented buttocks of his young dark-haired assistant. No one objected when Iris, Amanda's maid, joined the closely knit family in response to the youngest brother's phone call. While Amanda hungrily sucked upon her husband's thick cock, Iris spread her slenderly pale white legs and let Tom lick the tingling nub of her clitoris. Mimicking his older brother, Mason lay upon Iris's desire-contorted face and let his hard penis dip into her mouth. With a little adjustment the three couples were able to form a complete circle on the floor of the hotel room. Mason reached for Marli's already wriggling loins and squeezed his head between her widespread thighs, while Harcourt continued to thrust mightily into her willingly open ass, and she eagerly sucked Amanda's soaked pussy.

And when they were tired of that, they changed positions and explored the never-ending combinations of their healthy, naked bodies.

"What a family!" Tom cried out at one point, and the television set blared out its good news throughout the long and joyful night.

"THAT'S RIGHT! TOM COURTNAY IS THE VICTOR! TOM COURTNAY IS NOW A CANDIDATE FOR PRIME MINISTER OF CANADA!"

And everyone in the heated room knew that if elected their Tom would be one of the best Prime Ministers in history, and if not, they would keep trying generation after generation until they changed history.



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