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

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

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, 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 moti