Finally, here it is, the thrilling conclusion to Edward Mitchell's The Abduction of Cindy Vol II, the story of a young hiker who after wandering lost in the wilds is discovered by a friendly old cowboy who turns her over to his landlords for proper recuperation, only to find that her rescuers are a pair of lustfully demented profligates who will stop at nothing to crack the hardened shell of her staunchly protected virginity.
To take her by force would be too simple; it would cheat the bewitching Zelda Comstock of the joy of hearing her victim's scream. So they work at her--- the Comstocks and their awe-struck house guests who join this wicked game in hopes of furthering their social standing.
In part two Cindy Weinstein suffers every indignity possible under the slavering tongue of her lesbian captor who ties her down on a bear skin rug and assaults her captive from every angle of her feverishly perverted imagination hoping the girl will crack. Will She?
For the few who have missed part one of The Abduction of Cindy Vol I, be certain to check your newsstand.
The Publishers
Chapter 1
Like some pagan fertility goddess, Zelda Comstock stood in a naked statuesque pose, the flicking firelight shimmering over the ripeness of her swollen copper tanned breasts and the golden vee of her pouting cuntal mound. Her deep, heavily shadowed sloe eyes raked with cunning intent from one anxious face to another, but only the glassy eyes of the mounted moose-head smirking above the fireplace sparred adamantly with hers. The others looked askance. Zelda's sultry upper lip curled in amusement and contemptuously she glowered at her naked house guests, Sonia and Guy Greenley. An insipid, simpering group, this.
Except for Cindy, of course, who's roped down body lay sacrificially spread-eagled on the bear skin rug between Zelda's towering legs. The blonde beauty prickled with titillation, glaring down at her victim's apple-cheeked innocence now wrinkled with fear. Zelda snickered lewdly, proud of her demonic power and erotic imagination that could hack away the icy frigidity of a nun and turn her into a frothing sex-slave.
The wealthy profligate turned her haughty profile toward Sonia Greenley whose small-breasted, kittenish-body cuddled protectively against Zelda Comstock's husband's comically hairy legs as he sat nonchalantly sipping champagne, absorbed in his wife's `mind-fucking' performance. Effective as nerve gas, her malefic powers festered indiscriminately over everyone within her periphery, except for Paul, her accomplice.
"Darling," muttered her blonde tormentor, her breasts goose-bumping with lust as she glinted down at the rope tied virgin at her feet. "You're going to suck my pussy lips to return the favor . but first," and here she smirked at the cringing Sonia, "First I want to make friends with Sonia after my husband gave her that bloody nose. Sonia . she's all yours. Try her ass first, it's delicious." She swung her leg over Cindy's squirming body, thinking that Sonia was too caught up in her selfish desires to realize she was included in the line-up of victims to be disgraced.
The dark-haired wife turned white, but stifled her disgust knowing that to rebel against Zelda would cost her husband a possible career and herself a potential lover, for Paul Comstock was one beautiful specimen. Down between his legs hung an outrageously hard cock that could go three days without ejaculating if he wanted .. and then there was his seven-figure bank account.
Damn her, snarled Sonia silently, her nostrils flaring belligerently. Why does she have to pick on me? Lick another female's anus..really! Why should I do her dirty work? Sonia's snappy eyes flashed up into Paul's placid face, hoping to find sympathy, but a snorted snicker and toss of the head was her answer. Slowly, swallowing her pride, Sonia rose to her feet and padded over between Cindy's parted thighs, willing to obey any order that would bulge her husband's wallet, and win acceptance from the Comstocks..especially Paul. Her high-breasted body bristling in anger, Sonia lay flat on her tummy between Cindy's rope-secured legs, trying to stall the first squeamish tongue-jab into the girl's sizzling cunt and yet wanting to impress upon Zelda that, she, Sonia, wasn't exactly a neophyte herself, that Zelda wasn't the only female with sex appeal.
Sucking in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring from the musky steam of Cindy's ripe genitals, Sonia hesitantly lowered her head to lap at Cindy's ass cheeks and ticklish inner thighs, her face burning with rage at the sound of her husband's chuckle behind her.
Slowly, cautiously, her slithering tongue licked closer to the squirming girl's puckered anal ring, and with nowhere else to go, she was forced t make tentative stabs up between the teen-ager's helplessly quivering ass cheeks. The warm tip of her velvety tongue swabbed over the wrinkled hole, its pungent taste already washed clean by Zelda's earlier rape.
Cindy sucked in her breath, her torment beginning another sizzling round with teasing kisses on her naked buttocks. Through a haze of sexual hysteria, she watched with bated breath Zelda's smug approach, her own sweat-beaded body twitching with hellish frustration, pleasure grappling with burning shame for having moments before sucked Guy's hard cock and swallowed his boiling sperm. Despite Cindy's lust-fuzzed mind she could see that Zelda was a shrewd, calculating, methodical person who approached everything step by measured step and knew, too that she could forestall Paul's rape of her anus by clenching her mouth shut against the temptation of screaming out her need for orgasm. Below, the warm mouth on her inner thighs sent storming sensations whipping through her.
For a long assiduous moment, Zelda Comstock stood over Cindy's defenseless young body, placing a foot on either side of the girl's ribs and glinting down triumphantly at her. Cindy's shame reached the point of tears as she gawked breathlessly up at her tormentor's tanned legs and thighs and heavy breasts, the glistening mounds goose-bumped with excitation. Cindy's fascinated eyes focused on the older woman's golden triangle of pussy hair, her cuntal lips moist and pink beneath, and a new quiver of mutinous excitement rattled in her brain as she realized she was about to be raped in the mouth by a lesbian.
"No, please .oh God, no!" whispered Cindy, thrashing her head at what seemed to her the ultimate perversion. Being forced to have sex with a man was bad enough, but being forced into sucking and licking another woman's cunt was enough to make her sick. Chills of repulsion crawled up the brunette's spine. This perverted woman wouldn't stop until she turned her victim into a lesbian, too. No .never! Vowed Cindy, fighting to keep down the indescribable thrills of Zelda's moth on her own pussy flesh that sent Cindy into a dizzy dither until she burned with curiosity to know what it would feel like to make love to another woman.
In between Sonia's searing anal jabs, the sound o Zelda's buttocks flattening on Cindy's firm breast broke the silence as she squatted down on Cindy's chest, gripped the girl's face in her hands and ground her dripping cunt closer to Cindy's soft mouth. The pressure of her fleshy buttocks on Cindy's breasts sparked lascivious tingles of passion in the young girl's trembling body. Oh God, she's getting to me again .I can't let her ..
"Suck my pussy, angel titties and maybe I'll let you go . maybe ."
The straining young virgin froze when Zelda slid her bronzed nakedness forward until her blond-fuzzed pussy hovered a few threatening inches over Cindy's fear-gaping mouth. For a few tantalizing moments Zelda's steaming cunt wafted over Cindy's wide pink lips and the alarmed girl eyed the sleek tan thighs above her with shivering dread, defiantly pressing her lips together. She steeled her resistance by telling herself if she felt a single thrill or showed a crumb of eagerness in this disgustingly degrading perversion, she would be condemned to Zelda's animal level of immorality. She could be forced to commit this awful act, but she couldn't be forced to enjoy it!
And yet Cindy couldn't rationalize away a finger-wagging undercurrent of excitation in her adrenalin-powered body as she gazed up at Zelda's swollen, pink-furrowed pussy, the wet flanges opening like a fish's mouth before her eyes as they lowered inch by quarter inch toward Cindy's helpless mouth.
In that infinitesimal fraction of a second it didn't seem possible to the nineteen-year-old that the obscene sensations assaulting her at this moment could be real. A few days ago she had been lying in their zipped together sleeping bags ready to offer herself to Jed, only to be chased by an irate mother bear and rescued by four lust-crazed people who'd plunged her into a spine tingling nightmare of perversions. But as the fearful brunette strained nakedly at her bonds, the vivid reality of her defenselessness struck her with the impact of an atomic bomb.
Above he face Zelda's ripely curved ass cheeks hovered like bronzed moons of flesh, and the blonde's passion soaked pussy slit, only a fraction of an inch from Cindy's pussy slit, only a fraction of an inch from Cindy's trembling lips now, filled her nostrils with the scent of perfumed desire.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Zelda's squirming hot cunt came to rest on Cindy's pouting lips and the startling contact of wet, burning cuntal flesh against he parched lips was like an electrifying kiss of lust that left the shivering brunette dazed and gasping. Still, she resisted, clamping her mouth iron tight and sobbing, retching at her utter humiliation, aware that the dark-haired housewife down between her widely splayed legs was now slithering her tongue deep into Cindy's swollen rectal ring.
"Suck my cunt!" hissed Zelda angrily above her, grinding her raw pussy flesh savagely over Cindy's resisting, succulent lips. Slowly, the shocked virgin wormed her tongue into the slippery depths of her tormentor's hot, swollen vagina, self-disgust crawling over her body like an army of fire ants biting into her tender flesh as she lapped at the older woman's quivering flesh, struggling against the strangely bizarre excitation rising in her belly as Zelda's vaginal juices seeped into her mouth like honeyed fire.
Cindy knew she had reached Zelda's sewer level of debauchery when Zelda issued an obscene grunt of pleasure and scraped her dripping pussy back and forth against the horrified girl's mouth as though she were stroking in time to a bloated cock instead of Cindy's reluctantly flicking tongue.
Cindy Weinstein, don't you dare let yourself .oh, no, she's getting to me . Unexpectedly, the goose-bumping excitement in the brunette's twitching body began to soar high as an eagle caught in a wind current as the heady perfume of her rapist's hotly clasping cunt began to smother her face like a forbidden aphrodisiac, and a feverish minute later the trapped virgin realized with crimson shame that she, too, was moaning and groaning. The warmly seeping cunt flesh piqued her taste buds in a fervor of passion, propelled by the milky trickle oozing into her mouth.
What's happening to me? Thought Cindy, near hysterics as Sonia's soft tongue lapped ravenously around her sore but sensitive anal slit and stoked the fire in her smoldering pelvis. I'm having sex with two women at the same time-oh geez, I'm eating another woman's pussy while somebody else is licking my anus at the same time! Cindy Weinstein . what's happening to you?
Not even that night under the stars lying naked next to Jed with his pulsing penis ready to burst into her fresh young vagina had Cindy been this violently aroused! Cindy's mind reeled in desperate shame and utter confusion while her vulnerable body shuddered with chilling spasms of newly awakened desire. Savagely she crushed her nostrils to Zelda's pussy curls and churned her tongue into the blonde's quivering cuntal hole, her velvety pink tongue lapping up into the milky crevice, her mouth craving more of the sweet stickiness seeping onto her coated lips and into her mouth.
Grunting throatily, Cindy tugged at the thick ropes binding her wrists and ankles only to free her hands so she could squeeze Zelda's voluptuously tanned buttocks and cram the bewitching woman's swollen pussy flesh more tightly to her hungry mouth, aware that in he medley of obscene grunts and groans echoing in the cabin, her own were the loudest, the shrillest. Beads of perspiration popped out on her forehead, her breast, her stomach in a thin layer of wetness, and as she thrashed against the two panting women who lavished thrills on her mouth and wetly skewered anus, Cindy felt a ruthless new hunger awakening deep inside her body. With her cum-encrusted lips, she grasped Zelda's blood-swollen clitoris, sucking the lust inflamed button and wriggling her nose with depraved ecstasy against Zelda's scented cuntal curls. It was as if she were another person watching her rope-tied body squirm, listening to the feverish moans of sucking and lunging as the ache in her bally became a white hot fury.
"Jesus Christ, look at them eat each other!" Guy Greenley scratched his head in awe, shook it, and then lowered that hand to grasp his lust engorged genitals. His sated cock began to stiffen again as he watched bug-eyed as the three groaning women interlocked on the rug, and he felt something comparable to a lustful pride at the sight of his own naked wife mashing her face into the brunette's fiercely jerking cunt. Damn, I oughta fuck her in the ass right now . I'd love to hear her scream while that rich bastard Comstock listens. But as he cast a sideways glance at his male adversary sitting casually beside him, looking as unhurried and nonchalant as if he were watching the evening news on television, in spite of his meaty erection, Guy decided to wait for a more apropos moment. Zelda would raise the roof if he moved in her direction and then he'd never get to sink his cock into her rippling belly . which was the very reason he was here in this cabin in the first place! Paul's sexy wife obviously reigned supreme at this orgy and Guy didn't want to alienate either Zelda or her husband. Paul Comstock had the connections to help him out in the zigzagging stock market business and getting him irate would be like writing his own ticket to nowhere.
The haughty, statuesque blonde's no-nonsense mannerisms and firm, melonous breasts held Guy in a lustful trance. Unlike his clinging, simpering, selfish wife, Zelda Comstock knew what to do with a man and how to do it .and right now he hoped she wanted to fuck him and that this brunette would give her at least a couple of orgasms before he came in his own hand. The sight of Zelda's voluptuously tanned ass cheeks wriggling and vibrating as she straddled the virgin's trapped mouth made Guy's penis quiver with desire. He hadn't a snowball's chance in hell of getting the hiker's cherry, but that failed to crumble his ego. Someday he would have his own virgins .maybe.
Paul raised the chilled champagne glass to his lips, the corners of his mouth moving to erase the look of casual disdain, despite the pounding erection jutting from his pubic patch. A thin film of perspiration dotted his forehead as he watched Cindy shudder and writhe her velvet smooth hips, raising her succulent cunt high off the floor in a fever of sensual excitement. Zelda was a terrific lay, a real heroine in her own right and no one could surpass her at contriving orgies to arouse him, particularly with teenaged girls, but the clam of her powerfully muscled pussy had begun to jade him and every now and then he needed to have intercourse with a neophyte if only to appreciate his wife's ripe expertise.
The all-female three-way was quite a sport, mused Paul watching the three ripe bodied women biting and sucking each other. A mocking sneer curled his upper lips at the way Sonia Greenley eagerly locked her mouth to Cindy's twitching cuntal slit as though it were a cracker jack box whose contents she was gobbling up to find the prize in the bottom. Then his gimlet eyes settled on his wife, and silently he wondered why one woman was so phenomenally successful at turning on another woman. Christ, if that woman could bottle her sex I'd own the world. True, Zelda Comstock made most men look like clumsy choirboys when it came to seducing girls. And though she probably was too proud to admit it, the shrilly moaning virgin lapping at Zelda's dripping cunt was already hopelessly possessed by Zelda's hypnotic sex-grip. Christ, she was a gorgeous piece of ass! Paul thought with a stab of desperation in his bloated cock, wishing his wife would hurry up and finish so he could have Cindy at last.
"O, angel mouth," gasped Zelda, hunching her soft tanned hips in a rising frenzy over Cindy's puckered, milk-coated lips. "Ohhhhh, you're making me cum-ohhhhh! Eat it, Cindy. EAT IT! Oh Jesus! Your mouth.is ungggghhhhaa.so hot and wild.suck me harder, angel, lap it.ungggghh! Agggghhhh!"
Her chiseled features contorting with lustful bliss, Zelda dug her fingers into her own wildly dancing breasts and rubbed the hot flesh in a fury of feeling, her exploding cunt locked in spasmic joy to the virgin's savagely licking tongue. The blonde woman's head lolled languidly, her intense eyes burning into Cindy's soft brown ones, her long dark eyelashes fluttering over her flushed cheeks while she obediently lapped and sucked at the woman's juices like a baby nursing at her mother's breast.
"Jesus, you're a sweet angel," cooed Zelda. Only an innocent girl could give her this kind of nerve-shattering orgasm, only an adorable young conquest that she'd twisted and tortured with her cunning, merciless fingers and mouth could make Zelda Comstock spin to delicious heights of power!
Now the hissing blonde ground her quivering pussy flesh in wild, convulsive circles around Cindy's deep fucking tongue, wishing she had her husband's tree trunk cock ramming into her rectum at the same time to complete her pleasure. Leaning down, she reached over her head and sank her teeth into the virgin's soft, sweaty palm as the smoldering climax in her loins erupted in violet surges and raced from the tips of her curling toes to her hotly tingling nipples, forcing a deep lustful groan from her throat.
Her heart doing a drum roll in her chest, Cindy darted her tongue into Zelda's seeping vagina and licked with frenzied hunger, the copious juices flooding into her mouth. That hot pungent tasting moisture had sparked a feverish desire in Cindy's cum soaked mouth and she couldn't get enough of it, no matter how ravenously she nibbled and swallowed. The currents of Zelda's raging orgasm rippled through her roped down body in jolts of naked bliss, and something so wickedly wonderful about the sleek bronzed thighs thrashing against her face and soaking her cheeks with sweet pussy juice made the deliriously aroused girl coo with guilt and bubbling lust.
Ohhh . the stabs of liquid fire from Sonia's hot tongue searing through Cindy's thrill racked anus made her shudder fiercely. Oh, to cum . to cum and put an end to the hellish itch festering in her frothing cunt! Why wouldn't Sonia slither her tongue up into her burning cunt and bring her to that promised never-never land of erotic fulfillment? Grunting against the rope, the helpless virgin yearned to crush the dark haired wife's face into her cunt mouth and skewer herself on Sonia's teasing tongue.
In a panic of lust, Cindy felt Zelda's hotly gushing cunt shudder more softly against her cum soaked mouth, and a few moments later Zelda gave out a heaving sigh of unquestionable relief before lifting her thighs free of the sobbing teenager's cum-glistening face and rolling over on the rug beside Cindy.
"You've got suction cups in your mouth, I swear," complimented Zelda. "I haven't been eaten out like that for ages." Her gushing praise did nothing to enhance Cindy's self respect. "That calls for a round of drinks, guys. If you can tear your tongue out of her asshole, get the drinks, Sonia!"
Guy's wife reticently lifted her flushed face from between Cindy's softly quivering ass cheeks and blinked her smoldering eyes in a daze. Her face burned when she noticed they were all smirking at her when she licked her shining lips. Quickly, she bounced to her feet and padded over to the end table, her naked white buttocks bouncing sinuously, the firelight playing caressingly over her curves. Sonia's delicate fingers trembled noticeably as she poured champagne into five crystal goblets, realizing she'd made a fool of herself, snacking at the virgin's anus. Her initial shame when she'd first flicked her tongue into the girl's hot tender anus had metamorphasized into a strangely intense excitement at the feel of Cindy's succulent nether button squirming and clasping at her tongue, and in seconds Sonia craved to ram her lips to the brunette's delicate pink pussy flesh tickling her nose. Something mysteriously aromatic and arousing about Cindy's warmly perfumed cunt, framed so temptingly by her wheat tanned thighs, intrigued Sonia's womanly curiosity. In this, her first lesbian experience, Sonia was fascinated by the new sensations opened by her and she hoped Zelda would test her again by ordering her to go down on the virgin.
Never did it occur to Sonia that she might be mimicking Zelda herself and that from that moment on her sex life would be unconsciously fashioned after the blonde profligate herself.
She handed each of them a chilled glass of champagne, her eyes pointedly raking over Paul Comstock's erect penis as she gave Cindy's glass to Zelda who lay beside the moaning, convulsing brunette.
"Loved it, didn't you, baby?" Zelda hissed in the girl's ear as she held her head up and let her sip the champagne. "You did such a good job on me I'm tempted to untie you . really tempted."
Cindy's chocolate eyes lit up momentarily, their imploring gaze quickly extinguished; she was being viciously teased again. Her swollen, welted young breasts rose and fell feverishly and her parched lips trembled, the heady scent of Zelda's fiery pussy still tingling on them, the knot of frustration deep in her belly now so tight it gave birth to a chronic ache suffusing her entire body. How much more humiliation and harassment could she endure? Zelda Comstock's Gestapo techniques were eating at the core of Cindy's spirit and tears welled up in her luminous brown eyes, and for a moment she was willing to beg Zelda for her freedom, willing to promise that she would perform every lust-inspired order Zelda's malefic imagination could conjure up. Crawl on her knees and humbly plead to be raped everywhere in her soft, satiny body, degrade and abuse her tender flesh until they collapsed in exhaustion .? Yes, she would do even that if it promised orgasm!
Still, the dazed virgin clung tenaciously to the last shred of pride. So maybe she had sucked Guy's prick and wailed under Zelda and Sonia's squirming tongues, maybe she had mouthed Zelda's pussy until she nearly drowned in the woman's juices . No she would not crack under Zelda's sensual teasing because that was exactly what Mrs. Comstock expected her to do. Maybe her mouth wasn't virginal any longer, but she still had her pride. Staring into the blonde's wildly gleaming eyes Cindy knew, too, that even if she cried and begged, pleaded and called a press conference, Zelda wouldn't untie her!
"No ." sobbed Cindy in tremulous voice. "You'll never break me, you .bitch!" Her tight curls kinked tight as bedsprings, matted as they were with perspiration. "You're insane, a sex maniac .you can torture my body but so help me God, you'll never get to my soul. Never, never, never!" Cindy chanted hysterically, scalding tears streaming down her burning cheeks.
"Never? How touching, Cindy," chuckled Zelda, casually examining her fingernails, her sultry lips drawn in tight smirk. She let out a weary sigh, and then traced a circle around Cindy's swollen nipple, making her gasp. "You've got guts, girl and I'm suspicious that being tied down and forced to give us head is no big thing for you. You've got a beautiful mouth .that doesn't scream so loud when a hot pussy or a stiff prick gets close."
Cindy's gasp caught in mid-breath. Zelda, darn her, was right! As demoralized and mortified as she'd been in the past few hours, she had performed oral sex with a man and a woman. If only they would stop this terrible, endless pressure, stop the kissing and sucking and fondling ad let her catch her breath long enough to think straight. Now the mere pressure of a finger on her soft flesh shot excruciating pain over her nerve-racked body, settling in the steaming cauldron of her vagina.
"Shall I finger fuck you, darling?" Zelda whispered throatily with an obscene smile. "Hand rape your little cunt until it rips apart?"
Cindy wondered if war prisoners were subjected to torture this compelling. At that moment she would rather Zelda Comstock tore her fingernails down to the quick and fed her bamboo than touch her finger one more time to Cindy's thumping clitoris. To voice the words would be so easy .but the disgrace afterwards would be hell. No, she shook her head violently, tears spurting from her eyes, trying desperately to will away Zelda's finger tapping her baby-thumb sized pleasure zone.
"Okay, darling, you made your choice," said Zelda flatly as she cruelly slid her hand down to Cindy's steaming pussy and squeezed to make the electrified brunette arch in a semi-backbend off the rug and shudder with unbearable, scalding excitation. "Let me tell you something for your own good, beautiful. Behind that sweet missy prissy act of yours, you are one of the hottest, hungriest cunts I've seen in my life. I'll prove it to you, Cindy .if it takes me a life time!"
Cindy cringed. Of all the spine chilling fears and horrors the naked girl had survived since being savagely stripped and tied down on the rug for their obscene pleasure, none was more horrifying than the speculation that Zelda Comstock might be one hundred percent right. Forgive me. Mama .I thought that like you I would hate sex, find it filthy and painful. Oh, Mama if you only knew how your good little girl felt when that blonde woman sat on my face and stuck my tongue into hot pus - Cindy stopped in mid-thought. God, I'm starting to think in her filthy words, too! That infectious nerve gas slowly seeped into her brain, eating away at her sense of decency.
With a bored shoulder-shrugging expression, Zelda Comstock raised up on one elbow. "Enough of this. Let's fuck!"
Chapter 2
"Oh shit ." Jed pulled the scratchy army blanket up over his shoulders and counted sheep, but like the lid on a boiling pot, his eyelids refused to stay closed. Sometime around dawn when the mountain skies turned pink then gray and birds chirped en masse, a hungry rodent under the ranger's raw wood cabin sat down to a noisy breakfast of floor boards.
"Crap!" spat Jed, throwing down the blanket and wearily pulling himself into sitting position, his throbbing bandaged leg pulling like dead weight. He popped two aspirin into his mouth and washed them down with cold chicken soup.
The college football player was far from religious, but in these soul-searching insomniac hours he came to believe in the cosmic law of reciprocity . or as lesser minds put it: "What goes around comes around." Cogitating, he sat upright in bed, despite the stabbing ache in his puffy knee cap and the gnawing buck-toothed chewing. He'd created this mess. Fate, bad luck, misfortune - no, those words reeked of self pity and this male was damned if he was going to hide behind rhetoric!
His fault, damn it, it was. In angry desperation his fingers twisted in his mussed hair, his throat tight with fear. If he hadn't pressured Cindy into spreading her legs for him and insulted her . if she had awakened him to come and stand watch while she did her womanly thing under a tree, if she had followed the path to the left instead of to the right . If, if, if . shit! A choking sob like the fingernails of a dying woman, clawed at his heart.
Once they found her mauled, bleeding mass of protoplasm ifs wouldn't wash clean. Good-by football scholarship, good-by Super Bowl. No respectable team wanted a player with a smeared record. Just like Coach Dickerson said, `Stay away from women . they'll ruin your game.' Game, huh, snickered Jed bitterly, what about a career? His own virile masculinity catalyzed the spiraling downfall of his career. With that casuistic realization, his handsome squared jawed face drooped like the Greek mask of tragedy.
"Goddamn it," he sobbed, clenching his fist into a tight ball and hammering it into the creaking army cot. "Goddamn it!" Burying his face in his hands, he wept, his muffled sobs drowning in his blanket before they reached Joe Barnes ears in the adjacent bedroom.
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Like a clap of thunder, Zelda Comstock's words broke the cloying tension in the cabin. Paul Comstock, and Guy and his wife Sonia who'd been lounging about before the fire watching Paul's wife fondle and taunt the spread eagled virgin, now looked at the helpless brunette and each other with raised eyebrows, salacious glints and raw, naked hunger.
Guy's bloated cock seeped a sticky drop of semen as he flicked his eyes over Zelda's firm tanned breasts and lush blonde pussy curls. Seeing her chance now that her husband was fucking Paul's wife with his eyes, Sonia slid on her naked ass cheeks over to Paul and brazenly grasped his half erect penis and hefted it in her soft palm, praying he wouldn't cum too fast as Guy always did and hoping, in her pent-up excitement, he would fuck his cock into her aching pussy to test out the hole between her luscious legs. God, how she ached to be his mistress!
Despite the soft fist pumping his blood heavy cock, Paul looked questioningly at his own wife and gestured with his head toward Cindy, whose soft fire lit body twitched convulsively with raging frustration. Times like now when he was ready for it, it irritated Paul to ask permission; but their tacit agreement held tight. Zelda was a raving bitch to live with without her games.
"Not yet," came Zelda's carefully enunciated answer, accentuated y raised eyebrows. Standing over her roped-down captive, Zelda placed her foot on the girl's rippling belly and scraped her grape lacquered toenail down an imaginary line from Cindy's sweat-glistening cleavage down over her navel, down to her tumescent clitoris. Cindy's moans died in her throat as the toenail flicked against her aching sex button. "She doesn't know how to screw yet, honey. Let her watch and learn. Isn't that right, honey?" taunted Zelda.
Cindy said nothing.
"Isn't that right, Cindy?" hissed Zelda, toe-fucking her burning vagina.
"Unggghhh ." Cindy lolled her head from side to side, arching her back off the rug to trap more of Zelda's big toe in her gaping cunt. The ache in her arms and ankles grew to acute discomfort and dizzily, through glazed eyes, she stared up at her beautiful blonde haired tormentor seeing in her delirium a sadistic witch. Zelda's lacquered nails, the color of dried blood, dripped like the teeth of a werewolf. Kaleidoscopic sparkles of light danced before her eyes and a weakness enveloped her, turning her muscles to jelly. Zelda's taunting laughter and the other voices faded into space and Cindy lost consciousness for a moment.
When her eyes opened it was to watch Sonia Greenley's purring over Paul Comstock's long crimson penis. Everything seemed so distant from her and a confusing blend of disappointment and intense curiosity nagged at her mind. Cindy Weinstein was beginning to enjoy the wild, unpredictable whims of Zelda Comstock and to her shame she was starting to quiver with breathless expectancy each time someone ravaged and degraded her, wondering what perverted act Zelda would force her into next time. But NO! Sonia Greenley might fall prey to Zelda's cunning torment, but never her! To be cognizant of it, reasoned Cindy was the key to freedom. To anticipate her actions and her own responses was her only hope for coming out of this situation unscathed without Zelda Comstock's scarlet S branded on her breasts.
To be honest, though, Cindy who moments before would have given anything for a reprieve from the lewd tongue fucking of her seething anus, now almost whimpered aloud in disappointment; she would be excluded from this round. The boiling torment in her genitals sparked outward to every inch of her shivering body, and as she watched Paul's long blood heavy cock lurch in Sonia's pumping fist, she could almost feel it tearing into her own burning cunt, slamming deep to stuff her starving cuntal walls and exploding in the climax that alone could save her sanity.
"Fuck me dog-style, Paulie," Sonia Greenley cooed, cupping his sperm bloated testicles gently in her palm and shivering as his cock jerked appreciatively. "I'm getting hungry looking at your prick again, Paulie. I want you inside of me!"
Reluctantly, Paul tore his eyes from Cindy's succulent curves and stared gloweringly down at the smooth, slender thighs of Guy Greenley's wife. If he had a pebble for every frustrated wife he'd satisfied over the years, he'd own the Grand Teton Mountains, he thought wryly. But Sonia was sexy with her small, dusky nippled breasts and plump ass cheeks. And as he reached down to feel her furrowed pussy slit his fingers came away soaked in her hot, slippery moisture as Sonia shivered and ground her cunt against his hand.
Anxious to prove to everyone in the room that Zelda hadn't got the best of her yet, she flipped over on her knees and elbows and thrust her creamy buttocks out, looking worse than obscene. Damn her, thought Sonia glaring at Zelda's languid composure, she thinks she owns everybody in this room. Just because her husband's got a hard cock, she thinks everybody's jealous of her. Huh!
H, but true it was! Sonia Greenley was jealous of that ripe, purple-tipped cock attached to Paul Comstock's swinging testicles. True, too, she hadn't had a real teeth-gnashing, gut pulverizing orgasm in months, not since her tawdry affair with Guy's best friend who was heavy on sex and light on imagination, a poor combination, despite his stamina. He'd plowed his thick cock into her frenzied pussy for a full twenty minutes before erupting. But the bastard had run off with guy's secretary instead!
"Hurry, baby," whimpered Sonia, wiggling her ass cheeks, her lungs burning in suspense. "Shove it inside of me - don't worry about hurting me, just do it!"
"That much in a hurry, huh?" Paul grinned at Sonia's husband who was lying on top of his own nakedly stretched out blonde wife kissing her on the neck. He slipped out of his chair and knelt behind the moaning housewife's shimmying ass cheeks and gripped the soft hot mounds in his hands, her white skin oozing out between his fingers like so much bread dough. Gently, he brushed his swollen cock tantalizingly against her silken inner thighs while he spread her ass cheeks with his hands and studied the tiny brown ring of her quivering anus. Tempting it was to shove his throbbing cock into that rubbery little hole without warning, but Paul decided to save that perverse pleasure for their captive virgin. Besides, his instincts told him Sonia would be a wild piece of ass and he wanted to give her the old Paul Comstock cock test!
"Puh-leeze, Paul!" panted Sonia impatiently, rolling her hips like greased ball bearings, her burning cunt making hot sucking motions as his penis teasingly massaged her soft inner thigh flesh. Paul Comstock had without a doubt the healthiest looking penis Sonia had set her hungry eyes on. Not a wrinkle on it or his testicles, either, that usually sag when a man approaches his tender forties and potency dwindles, wheedling away his ego. Hot to the touch and smooth and promising. Lord, her throat still stung from his earlier invasion of it. "Hurry . oh God I can't wait!"
"Didn't know you were going anywhere," mocked Paul, gripping his lust hardened penis in one hand and guiding the bulbously seeping tip to cleave her hair lined cuntal slit. The shiny, naked head made contact with her searing hole and an instant later he wormed his pulsing penis deep into the quivering heat of her tight wet pussy, catching his breath as Sonia groaned and trapped his cock-head in a tight squeeze.
"Oh, Paul, you're so hard!" mewled the trembling woman, squeezing his blood engorged penis with her invisible but well developed muscles and reaching back between her parted thighs to clutch Paul's sperm inflated balls in one hand. "It's so big . Paul . mm-mm!"
"Don't . get . emotional," hissed Paul, kneeling upright on his knees behind jutting white ass cheeks, feeling her warm, clasping cunt swallow up his cock as he lunged in smooth strokes, driving his pulsating erection into her slippery cunt with a nasty, wet noise. Flesh oozed out between his kneading fingers locked on her ripe buttocks and he grunted mannishly as he worked another squirming inch into her boiling pussy slit, feeling a wave of thrills ripple from his cock to his testicles as he clamped her fiery vaginal walls in greedy spasms.
"Jesus, you tryin' to castrate me?" teased Paul, confident that he could control his lust, despite the ticklish friction of her seething cuntal muscles nibbling at his cock. Deliberately he jerked his attention to Sonia's husband and his own wife on the bear skin rug a few feet away, while slamming into Sonia's sucking cunt.
A wry grin wrinkled Paul's perfect features. Too scared to shove it in her, huh Guy? He thought, watching Guy nibble on one of Zelda's tanned melons, still reluctant to slip his turgid rod inside her virgin sucked pussy lips, although the torrid heat of her bronzed thighs was like the blast of a furnace on his throbbing penis. With her long blonde hair fanning out from her sultry face, Zelda was indeed a sexy woman . downright fuckable. Too fuckable. Guy's self confidence withered with the fear of premature ejaculation, the mid-thirty syndrome that had turned Sonia from his bed to seek harder, less impatient lovers. This anxiety coupled with the heavy realization that this ripe-breasted, goddess-like creature was his business contact's wife, made Guy blanch with panic.
Don't blow your wad yet, ol' boy, thought Guy, steeling his willpower to keep from cumming as Zelda purred and fondled his sensitive cock and testicles in her skilled fingers. The wriggling contact of her hot breasts beneath his sucking lips and tongue sent another pint of blood down to bloat his genitals, erecting him another half inch.
"I like the way you suck my tits, Guy," Zelda chuckled in her arrogant, superior way that sent most men running with their tail between their legs. " . but I can't get off like that honey. Are you going to fuck me or kiss me all night?"
Guy's throat felt as though invisible spirits were choking off his oxygen. "I-I'm afraid . I might . cum too soon," stammered Guy above her, quickly recovered his ego with an admission: "I mean, you're so damned sexy . I'm not sure . I can hold back." He smiled crookedly, hoping for a stroke of understanding.
He got none. Zelda curved her lush mouth in a knowing grin, one cursory glance into his eyes piercing through his crude psychology. "That's touching, Guy." Guy was young in a superficial way, and even his thick, stubby cock was boyishly irresistible as it throbbed and squirmed in her stroking fingers. Sticking the tip of her tongue between her pearly teeth, Zelda slid her delicate hand up to the base of his taut, burning penis and encircled it with her thumb and forefinger, applying a sudden pressure that made his eyes pop in pain.
"You won't cum now," the sleek lioness assured him. She drew her knees up high on the rug and parted her thighs to show him the rosebud lips of her flowering cunt; wet and milky looking from her mouth-inspired orgasm, rubbing Guy's swollen cock head against her soft pussy to spread her trickling cuntal juices on it. With a low hiss of animal desire, she thrust the head of it into her begging slit and squirmed her outer lips over its snaking wetness. Clumsily, Guy groped with his hands and cupped her warmly trembling ass cheeks, gritting his teeth and sucking in air against the scalding pressure of her mouse-trap vaginal muscles. Zelda read the urgent message on his face -like a schoolboy too shy to raise his hand for lavatory privileges, but knowing his time is limited.
"You won't cum," hissed Zelda, gripping the hairy base of his cock with her taloned fingers. "Look at your wife fucking my husband if you have to, and think about the wild time she's having with his fat prick. You ever make her wail like that, honey?" taunted the beguiling witch. "Come on, get jealous, but don't cum! Now fuck me like a real man or I'll get my vibrator and do it myself!"
Ahhhhh! Her stinging words stabbed his male pride ad it deflated like a punctured balloon. Guy's cheeks turned murky with rage as he watched his nakedly kneeling wife gasp and claw dramatically at the rug while Paul rammed his penis deep into her vagina. Cheating bitch never got that hot with me .! You're not the only one who can get fucked, he thought, feeling adrenalin circuit his body and come home to rest in another half-inch of bloated cock flesh. With brutal fury he rammed into Zelda's clasping cunt until her jaw fell slack and she arched her sun-bronzed body and came home to rest in another half-inch of bloated cock flesh. With brutal fury he rammed into Zelda's clasping cunt until her jaw fell slack and she arched her sun-bronzed body and reared her head back with obscene rapture as his throbbing cock screwed right up to her belly.
"Thata boy . Guy . come on, fuck me!" she snapped, raising her legs higher and locking them around her lunging partner's neck in praisable contortion, twining her ankles together in a human necklace and starting to rotate her hips in slow, ball bearing circles. "Baby, you're getting the hang of it," she crooned. "God I love to fuck guys with hard pricks! Guy . I didn't know you had it in you. Unnnnngggg-hhhh! Don't let my husband . out do you, honey? Come on . you can beat him at his own game," she chafed. "Make him shoot first! Do it and I'll let you have the girl's cherry . yes . yessss!"
Double incentive and the smell of challenge stirred a wild determination in the Scotsman's brain, and as if to make up for the myriad times he'd splashed Sonia's sucking cunt too soon, Guy began stroking smoothly and powerfully into Zelda's milk-slickened vagina, watching with a strange mixture of jealousy and pride as his wife thrashed emphatically beneath Paul Comstock's buttocks flattening lunges. Fucking tramp . sexy as hell when she's fucking! His rage spurred him on to valorous plunges, slamming his harness in a series of rapid fire drives into the belly of this lustfully gasping blonde. The reassurance that her fiery cunt didn't trigger his orgasm made him feel bullishly virile and proud.
Even the wild teeth chattering feel of Zelda's writhing buttocks clenched in his hands and her spongy breasts whose nipples burned in his chest as she jerked her cunt flesh on his pumping erection in grinding motions, couldn't pierce Guy's fury and determination! I'll show you, bitch, he thought glowering over at his whimpering, sex-crazed wife. So it was a fucking crack at the luscious brunette tied on the rug and to flaunt his un-ejaculating cock before his wife, and also to show Zelda that he could out perform her arrogant husband.
"Mmmm, baby . you've got one rock hard-on," Zelda shuddered and sank her teeth into his muscled shoulder as his burning cock pounded deep inside her voracious pussy. Psychology never failed her. She rippled her cuntal muscles against the knobbish cock head and locked her thighs fiercely around his waist, her first climax ready to explode in her steaming loins. For a young man, Guy showed promise, but if he thought he could out-fuck Paul Comstock, he didn't have much between his ears!
"Keep fucking, darling," she urged, digging her fingernails into his back and leaving red welts in its path. Only when a thick hard cock was filling her aching empty cunt did Zelda Comstock feel full of life. "Ohhhhh . FUCK ME, GIVE ME MORE OF YOUR HOT PRICK! UUUUUUUNNNNNNNnnnnggghhh ."
As the thrill possessed couple groaned and quivered in orgy, their naked skin slapping and hissed moans sounded like an unholy mass, the fireplace a pyre to the devil. The shrill cries of sacrificial pain chorused with the mountain winds outside. Beside them their virgin sacrifice strained at her bonds, her sweat filmed body twitching nakedly, glassy eyes drinking in every hellishly exciting detail, mouth watering from the musky scent of passion. She could see, smell and taste their orgasms, yet her own was not to be .
Chapter 3
For Cindy Weinstein who at nineteen years of age had never witnessed reproduction except under the discreet eye of the microscope enlarging an asexual amoeba in the process of fission, the sexy scenario I the Comstock's living room was nothing short of cataclysmic. She could smell their thrashing, sweating bodies feet away, feel the pain of penetration. Occasionally a stray foot would kick out nudging her aroused body in mocking invitation to join their fun. The boiling knot of frustration in her stomach had tightened, pulling at her soul, blackening it with Zelda Comstock's stamp of obscenity.
The brunette's glittering eyes stole from one naked couple to the other and back again, from Zelda's frothing cuntal slit swallowing up Guy's purple-veined penis to the kneeling Sonia whose long raven hair fanned out from her weaving head as Paul Comstock rocketed his bloated erection into her madly sucking vagina.
The two ring circus was nothing to laugh about. The desire-tormented virgin couldn't decide which couple fascinated-and aroused-her more, until Zelda's tawny sweat-shiny nakedness jerking beneath her partner began to hypnotize her. Even in her clawing rapture the blonde maintained her regal superiority, in an admirably, uncompromising fashion. Her full buttocks swung in a jungle dance of lust as Guy fucked her with obsessive fury, his cum-swollen balls slapping harshly against Zelda's anus with each down-stroke. Cindy's own tender anus flexed in tiny empathetic spasms as she watched, shamelessly wishing she was getting Zelda's genital spanking.
"Aahhhhhh!" Guy hissed, sucking in his breath as Zelda raked a red streak across his back and she twined her fingers into his sandy hair and crushed her mouth savagely to his. Her hips rocked madly beneath his wetly slamming penis, her long tanned legs uncoiling from his waist and shooting straight out in tremors of bliss, her soaked cuntal lips shuddering as she gripped his cock as if to strangle it.
Abruptly Zelda, wrenched her mouth from Guy's and throwing back her head, gasped, "I'm-ungh!-cumming, again, honey! But don't you dare-ohhhhh, your prick is hard. HARDER! OH, CHRIST, I LOVE TO FUCK!"
Cindy's virginal ears buzzing with lewd wails of lust, the mesmerized girl gritted her teeth and stifled a moan of envy as she watched Guy fucking into Zelda's flooded cuntal hole in pelvic smashing downward strokes so vicious that Cindy could see his hairy, bloated testicles screwed tight against the milky crack of Zelda's squirming ass cheeks.
Cindy's body froze when she saw Guy's muscles tense and his buttocks constrict into hardened buns. Her mouth flew open when Zelda's hand flew down to press it between their churning bellies and clutch the base of his cock so brutally her knuckles turned white and he grunted in pain.
"Not yet, damn you!" hissed Zelda, now clasping only the tip of his cock in her glistening pussy lips. "Don't cum! Look at your cheating wife, look at her!"
As Guy turned his head in mute obedience, Cindy's eyes followed and joined his searing path until she too gazed enviously at the other naked couple only two yards away from her rope bound ankles.
The couple in ring two were trying it from every angle. The lean, frosty-hared man now lay on his back while the delicately curved Sonia straddled his belly, riding his erection and spurring him on with her heels. Cindy's eyes drank in every wiggle and squirm as Guy's wife slid her tight wet cunt up and down on Paul's inflamed cock in a dreamy rocking motion, her fingers spread to knead the dough of her breasts, her dark head reared back, her nostrils flaring under a smug grin. Each upward buttocks grinding stroke made Sonia's soft belly muscles ripple and churn like beaten butter; Cindy sucked in her breath as Paul's lubricated cock appeared like a throbbing red hose. His finger stroked the satiny flesh of Sonia's wriggling hips and it occurred to the virginal voyeur that Paul seemed almost casual as Guy's sobbing wife snaked her cock stuffed pussy crease up and down on his inflated penis with low crooning moans of joy, her willowy body softly shuddering each time she managed to cram another inch into her skewered belly.
"Oooohohohohoh, Jeeeeeezus!" Sonia hissed, thrashing her head from side to side as though she couldn't bear her own ecstasy. "Mmmmmmmm! Baby if you knew how . good this fantastic cock feels . inside my burning cunt! Oh I wish I had you ev-every day-like this!"
Cindy's mouth felt as if it had been swabbed with cotton. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth and that dry asphyxiating lump stuck in her throat as she watched Sonia wail and sweat and grind her pussy against Paul's wiry-haired groin. The mask Sonia's beautiful face became a screwed-up mask of lust, her upper lip dotted with beads of perspiration, curled and pulled back as she churned her ass cheeks in a furious drum roll that embarrassed Cindy to close her eyes in shameless envy.
Cindy clenched her teeth to swallow the loud outburst, feeling every raw nerve in her fiery body sting with furious craving. I want Paul's cock inside me! She thought furiously, her desire swelling into red hot anger. Help me . someone fuck me! I'm going . crazy. Kill me if you want to . but make me cum first!
The devil in Cindy conjured up the vulgar words for her silent prayer, as if they could communicate her desperation to the others by telepathy, but their rutting sounds only triggered her frustration to spiraling heights.
I may think them, bit I'll never say them . Cindy promised herself, gritting her teeth and testing her ropes, feeling the bear skin rug sweat-cooled softness as her arching body slammed back down, defeated. She squished her eyelids tightly, shutting out the sight of their nakedly fucking bodies, and concentrated hard on the buzzing in her ears trying to block out the flesh slapping sounds of their orgy . but the smell, oh God, the musky scent of lust seeped in through every cell of her crying body! Her pink tongue stuck out between her parched lips to wet them, tasting again the musky milk of Zelda Comstock's cuntal juices.
The blazing coil of tension in her hotly seeping cunt flesh wound agonizingly tighter and tighter .
Guy felt his male ego teeter precariously as he watched his sex-crazed wife ride Paul's quivering cock with all the triumphant joy of a jockey in full gallop and far in the lead. Love and lust were worlds apart, indeed. Paul's groaning blonde wife beneath him was nothing but a convenient hole in which to plug his lust-bloated cock. Indeed, Zelda's magic allure seemed to have evaporated. Even Zelda's nails raking savagely over his back and her teeth gnawing at his shoulder couldn't jerk his attention away from his own wife's ass cheeks mashing into Paul Comstock's groin.
The bitch is acting like she's never been laid before, thought Guy with ripe anger. To vent his rage, he drove his punishing cock into Zelda's seeping cunt with adrenalin-powered strength until the blonde hissed and pumped her loins spasmodically against his, her sex-hungry cunt convulsing in feverish lust.
"Aaaaggghhhhh!" moaned Zelda, her soft hips and belly churning up against his stiffly battering penis as though she were trying to drive it right up her belly and into her throat. "Ohhh, dear Jesus! I'm cumming again! Quick - stick your finger up my asshole! Deeper . make it hurttttt! Aaaahhhh!"
Gritting his teeth, Guy slid his middle finger into the slick hole and ground his finger into the elastic ring. Zelda lurched forward, her sleek body heaving in pleasure-filled pain as she swung her ass cheeks in a maddened tempo, wallowing in masochistic ecstasy. Her double skewered loins rocked with her shattering orgasm and her bare heels dug hard into Guy's sinewy buttocks as she mashed her swollen breasts down against his hair sprinkled chest.
Jesus, she's going to beat me to death! thought Guy, startled at the blonde's violent passions that were chiseling away at his steeled up determination to hold his cum inside his bloated balls. Her silken cuntal muscles hugged his cock like a velvet fist and stroked it in spine tingling spasms. He knew he was losing the game when his slapping balls began to tingle and a few moments later he was blindly slamming into her burning thighs in orgasmic drives, feeling his deep seated cum being irresistibly sucked upward by her vacuum cleaner cunt. The rage he felt over forfeiting the teenager's cherry was an annoyance compared to the squishing hot joy of Zelda Comstock's ravenous pussy.
"Can't . hold . it," gasped Guy. "Gotta . cum . now."
"Shoot it to me, lover," hissed Zelda, bucking high off the floor and carrying his jerking hips with her. She felt her honeyed cum seeping from her womb, meeting his tick spurts now stinging her exploding belly as she uncoiled her thighs from his battered ribs and rocked backward, jackknifing her silken legs high in the air. She squeezed until she turned red in the face, draining the last boiling drops from his sated penis. Guy sagged on top of her with a satisfied sigh, wincing as she clenched his withered tube.
He hated to look but he had to. Sure enough . Sonia was still at play, thrashing and grunting above Paul. Damn it, I'll win something from that castrating bitch before this weekend is out . or I'll never feel like a man again .
Paul Comstock lay languidly back on the floor, stretched out like a cat in the sunshine while Guy's wife's insatiable pussy sucked at his cock. A wry smile crossed his handsome lips, I'll make her work for it, the little bitch . she thinks she can compete with Zelda, huh?
Lazily, he reached up to the coffee table and snatched a cigarette from the silver box, his body lurching thee inches with each of Sonia's lunging, masturbatory strokes. He plugged it in between his lips then grabbed one of Sonia's wrists, tearing it from her left breast.
Her eyes popped open wide, her face a mask of astonishment, "What . what . h, God, you feel so good!" she grunted, wincing at the pressure exerted on her wrist. "Come on, fuck me back."
"Light my cigarette, Sonia. You want me to make you cum, come on and light my cigarette."
Flustered and angry, the dark haired socialite lifted slightly off his groin, a wet sucking noise filling the room as all but his knobbed cock head pulled loose from the trap of her sucking cunt. Nervous fingers fluttered over the coffee table an arm's length away. "Damn . I . I can't find ... any matches!" Magazines, ash trays and the cigarette box tumbled to the floor in her feverish haste to find a damn match and get Paul's cock back in her burning pussy.
"Rub it between your thighs, baby," mocked Paul raffishly, "you've got fire in that cunt."
"Oh, you ." she spat, pushing her sweat matted hair back from her eyes, hiding an angry sneer behind her sultry, pouting lips. First the bastard gives me a nosebleed . then he humiliates me, but Gawd, his cock!"
It was Zelda who reached over, her cantaloupe colored mounds grazing her husband's forehead as she plucked the cigarette from his mouth and crawled over to the fireplace and lit it. Taking a few heady puffs, her sleek jungle-like body crept back over the fur rug to her husband and put the cigarette between his lips. "There lover . Zelda knows how to please her man."
"Jesus, baby ." groaned Guy, craning his neck upward to engulf one puffy strawberry nipple in his mouth, holding his cigarette in the other hand while its smoke blazed a choking trail right up Sonia's anger flared nostrils. Paul lapped hungrily at his wife's breast, deliberately ignoring the whimpering, frustrated brunette riding his cock, resorting to every Tantric sex practice known to man to win back her lover's attention.
Damn her . hissed Sonia. Goddamn her anyway! Sonia's smooth forehead wrinkled in anguish. Her darting eyes fixed on Zelda kneeling over her husband, licking his face while he nibbled at her nipple . then into her husband's accusing, laughing eyes . then down at the rope-tied virgin who alone could empathize in this subtle psychological torture.
"Mmmm ." mewled Zelda, consciously aware that Guy's wife's cunt was crying top cum, and that she alone hampered that progress. "I think your lover is getting impatient," smirked Zelda loud enough for everyone to hear. Slowly, she lifted her head, forcefully pulling her puckered nipple from her husband's hungry mouth. Obscenely, the blonde harasser, still up on her knees, touched one grape lacquered fingertip to her cum dripping cunt, and touched it to her husband's sucking lips. "Here darling . something to get you hard again for your pretty lover." Before she tore them away to lock on Cindy's maddeningly ignored genitals, Zelda's eyes bored into Sonia's glassy ones until the dark haired wife shivered uncontrollably and looked the other way.
The relaxed profligate took a long hit off his cigarette, his ace a mask of contentment, and smirked up at Sonia. "Sorry for the intrusion, baby . I almost forgot you were there."
Now, for a solid fifteen minutes, Sonia Greenley slid her kittenish, mewling body up and down on his poised hot penis with starving fervor as he lay at ease smoking a cigarette beneath her. She jerked and hugged his bloated maledom as if she were trying to pull it out by the roots. Let her try, he mused silently, blowing smoke rings in the air. Let the dumb bitch try . Chick's got balls, though, he thought, watching her pointed fingers tweak at her own dancing breasts while she swallowed his cock down to the hairy patch in her wallowing vagina. Sonia could hump his cock from now until next week and he still wouldn't cum. This woman-on-top position was good for popping virgins and holding off orgasms.
Sonia was close to cumming, thought Paul, thought Paul, his forehead wrinkling defensively against the smoke as he freed both hands to stretch the soft flesh of her belly upward top expose her swollen clitoris and check her progress. Sure enough, the swollen bud was close to cherry size. For the pleasure of hearing her squeal, he squeezed her clitoris between his fingers and gave it a polished rub.
That did it for Sonia! She dug her knees into his naked ribs like harp spurs and began to ride his blood thickened cock at full gallop. Her seeping pussy juices trickled down between Paul's hairy thighs as the groaning young wife arched her back and thrust out her proud breasts, wailing in the throes of blissful climax. She lunged as if she were trying to slam his rubbery cock-head right up into her throat.
Her electrifying excitement tore through his balls and with an eager grunt, he tossed his cigarette into the fireplace and lurched upright and crushed her hot breasts down to his chest as he wrapped his arms up around her shuddering, convulsing body. Lizard-like, she snaked her tongue into his smoke tasting mouth and hammered his chest with clenched fists, feeling his throbbing cock bloat and harden deep inside her bursting belly flesh.
The seething frustration that had been gathering fire in her sex-knotted guts since her last encounter with Guy's fickle friend was erupting now with atomic power in her pumping cunt. Sonia moaned and whimpered insanely as her belly spasmed in time to Paul's slapping cock, her pussy sucking hungrily.
With tears of lewd delight gushing down her satin cheeks, Sonia felt the last pressure of her frustration burst like a festering boil as his mushrooming penis spurted out its fiery baptism. The burning blast of semen spattered creamily inside her clutching belly, and the shivering woman sank her teeth into Paul's shoulder and bit hard to contain her relief, their tightly locked bodies rocking back and forth like Siamese twins while their searing dual climax frothed like flood waters at the fork of a river.
A wave of insatiable greed, damnable greed crept through Sonia's dilated veins even as the last boiling drops of his cum stung her vagina. She flung her naked body back onto the rug, still gripping his sagging cock urgently in her cum drenched pussy.
"More . fuck me more!" she demanded, her ass cheeks twitching in spasmic throes. "All night . God, fuck me all night!" Her eyes looked devilishly wild in the orange flickering fire light . rather like a cat in heat, thought Paul, silently sizing up Guy Greenley's performance in the bedroom and laughing to himself. Heaving for breath, Paul gritted his teeth as Sonia's selfish cuntal muscles threatened to crush his chafed penis. The woman was a wild fuck, but he'd be damned if he was going to waste any more energy on her-not with a cock tempting young cherry helplessly tied down an arm's reach away.
"Not tonight, lover," panted Paul, groaning as he eased his limp tube from her madly clutching cunt. Finally he had to resort to force to disengage himself from her savage embrace, but finally he managed to roll over onto his back, puffing, and drained of energy.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he glanced over at his wife whose lionesque body lay stretched out contentedly before the fire, curls of blue smoke billowing from her cigarette. Her aristocratic profile reeked of lassitude and beside her, crouching with a sullen brooding expression on his face, Guy Greenley glared hatefully at his own wife. The poor fuck, Paul thought dryly. Jealous because he's probably never seen his wife fuck another man. A real kick in the balls, that is .
The ruddy faced Scotsman reacted as would any man who'd watched his wife grovel and fight over another man's cock: Defensively. "I suppose now you're going to take Cindy's cherry, too, huh?" riposted Guy.
"If you had half his balls you could go a second time, Guy," snapped Sonia maliciously, sensing that to knock down her husband's virility would plump up Paul's ego and win her a brownie point for the future.
"Honey, I just sampled your husband's balls and he's hung like a bull," purred Zelda, clasping her grape lacquered fingertips around Guy's deflated manhood. Petty marital squabbling irritated Zelda to the core, and quickly she summed up Sonia's poorly disguised desires, the hackles on the back of her neck bristling at the audacity of any woman to consider starting an af-fair with her husband. Strangely though, that specula-tion amused Zelda. One more piece of the puzzle to squeeze into place, curling up the corners, if necessary, to make it fit. Zelda's eyes raked from Sonia's tender ass cheeks, still twitching softly as her orgasm lingered, to Paul's long red penis draped over his testi-cles with deceptive languor. Before Zelda could decide, a trembling, hesitant voice cut into her thoughts:
"Ex-excuse me, but I'm thirsty."
The two naked couples craned their necks to look over at the virgin who lay helplessly bound and stretched out on the bear skin rug, almost completely forgotten during their orgy.
"Get some more champagne," Zelda barked at Guy. "And put another log on the fire while you're at it."
Recovering from Zelda's sniping remarks, Sonia put herself back in the running. To remain reticent would admit defeat, and fight she must, though what she was fighting for remained an ambiguity in her status pos-sessed mind. "Aren't you going to fuck our virgin now, Paulie?" She smiled at Paul as if to say-go ahead, I won't be jealous if you do ... Then she lifted her head in Guy's direction, making sure he knew she planned to take part, if only verbally, in the rape of the virgin, implying that he alone would be left out of tasting the door prize. The hairy moons of Guy's buttocks was all she could see of him as he poked at the fire with the iron, crunching into the smoldering logs until orange crackles flickered in the smoky air. That's right, baby, show your best face...
Setting aside the poker, Guy dutifully approached the bar, pulled the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket and made the rounds, pausing to stare Paul Comstock in the eye as he filled his glass. "Are you going to fuck her now?"
In answer, Paul offered a mocking grin. A sudden hushed air of suspense hung over the room, as all eyes, including Cindy's bugged ones, watched the lean, athletic profligate sip his champagne thoughtfully. Outside, the wind cried and nibbled at the roof shingles as Paul's burning gaze locked on Cindy's defenseless pussy. The fire casting sultry shadows in the creamy valley of her lush cleavage and tenderly splayed thighs, Paul imagined going to bed with the pretty brunette teenager and his own statuesque wife every night, an arm around each of them, his fingers caressing and his cock ravaging the best of both ex-perience and innocence. Watching Zelda and Cindy making it together was the finest aphrodisiac for his gradually palling sex that he could desire.
"Well ... are you?" tutted Sonia impatiently, her hands itching to grasp Paul Comstock's cock and claim it for her own.
No one waited for his answer in greater gut twisting suspense than Cindy Weinstein herself.
Chapter 4
In the dusty light of his hayloft bedroom, Jack awoke with a cold shiver, his limpid blue eyes staring glassily ahead, a telltale thumping in his temples shaking the finger of guilt at his sodden soul. You drank too much, ol' boy, he berated himself, straining to sit up, one hand shading his light-seared eyes while the other's fingers shot upward for the light-cord. In mid-poise, he withdrew in a grimace. Something un-comfortably cold tickled his thighs.
A sticky puddle webbed around his withered cock brought back the sleep forgotten bliss of self-induced orgasm hours before. The old cowpoke grinned smugly, rousted himself out of bed and standing at the sink, turned the cold water faucet, dampening a corner of his bath towel. The chilly water swabbing his genitals made him suck in his breath shortly. Ahhhhh ... for that wash cloth to be the softly caressing hand of a young woman ...
The hiker... his mind snapped automatically to the little she-devil responsible for his folly. Tucking his genitals back into the cotton trap of his long legged underwear, the old man shuffled stiffly over to the window and squinted into the blustery night, his weathered forehead rippling like troubled waters. Smoke from a freshly stoked fire belched from the Comstock's chimney. Jack rubbed his scratchy chin contemplatively.
Strange people, turning night into day, going against nature's time clock. As he stood with his hoof--deformed nose pressed to the cool glass, his stale whiskey breath steaming the smudged window, he considered investigating the mysterious whereabouts of the young girl he'd found in the meadow above Jenny Lake. Scratched up and bruised she was, hungry, cold and scared. The Comstocks hadn't seemed overly gracious in taking on the responsibility of mending her health. Tomorrow he would drive the truck into Moose to pick up fifty pounds of horse feed ... maybe he could relieve the Comstock's of their house guest and take the girl along in. By now she must be wanting to call her parents.
"Ain't none o' your business, Jack," he muttered to himself and crawled into bed, thinking about the blue--eyed darling in the haystack winking up at him from the glossy pages of Playboy magazine stashed under his bed along with his dirty socks.
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Cindy had about as much as she could take.
Zelda's chronic mauling of her genitals had started as a tempting tease, no more than a tickle, but after the lesbian nibbling and sucking, poking and probing, that tickle swelled into a smoldering burn. Mortified, Cindy realized how easily her traitorous body shed inhibition, but it was the anal mouth rape and the taste of Guy Greenley's cum that paddled her across the Rubicon. Her own flesh, she discovered, was dis-loyal as a polygamist husband. Now, in the latest stage of torture, having crushed her lips to her tormentor's vagina, drinking the milk of her womb, struck the match of burning rage. Cindy Weinstein had to have an orgasm; rational was quickly slipping away in a red haze of lust that ricocheted around her body like stray bullets in an echo chamber. Fear sprouted an infec-tious irritation that festered into oozing rage.
Damn them all for denying her an orgasm while they lazed about on the floor, blatantly ignoring her while she was forced to watch their depraved but wild-ly arousing performance in a torrid sex clash right there on her rug, nudging into her naked body like she was a piece of furniture, crying out their orgasms while she cried for her own.
In scalding delirium she saw her mother in her hind's eye, scorning her. "Forced, Cynthia Anne Weinstein? Nobody held a gun to your head. Go ahead and let that dirty man rape you and feel the pain. No morphine for naughty little girls ... "The vision faded and Cindy blushed with shame. Her conscience and body went to war, each claiming a territory of its own, and in the battle her soft, whimpering voice had voiced the meager request: a glass of water.
A slew of ethnic slurs ran through her brain as Zelda lifted her head and poured the vinegary bubbly down her victim's throat, letting her fingertip traced over Cindy's swan-like neck, down to the puckered strawberry of one redly swollen nipple. Cindy sput-tered and coughed as she slurped up the champagne, cowering from and grasping for more fevered touches, and petrified that her tormentors had had their fun and would pick up and leave her alone. Zelda released her support and Cindy's throbbing head fell lazily down on the animal skin rug as she listened to the casual debate whose decision hinged on Paul Comstock's reckless mood.
"Well ... are you?" Cindy picked out Sonia Greenley's chipper voice from Zelda's slow, husky one.
Now after hours of harassment, Paul Comstock had the absolute gall to hold a kangaroo court over when and if Cindy would be raped. Her fear ignited in-to an incendiary rage, stoked by the frustration of physical yearning.
"Do it to me, fuck me you bastard!" her mind raged with unabashed desperation, wriggling frantically at the thick ropes that held her fast. Oh God, I need a big hot cock inside me or I'll lose my mind. God, I wonder if anybody's died from too much stimulation. In her fevered mind's eye, she envisioned the blood draining pallishly from her arms, her legs, her neck and gushing down to her womb where it swelled like melting mountain snow, churning in tide-pools in her vagina, bloating her clitoris and engorging her cunt lips like a bee-stung human mouth. Except for the center of her womanhood, the rest of her body would turn blue, wither and die, leaving only the pounding heartbeat of her pulsating vagina to live on like some aborted monster.
"No, no, N0000000!" Scalding elephant tears gushed from her eyes as Cindy thrashed her head with maddened rage, her cheeks burning and a clammy film of moisture glistening over her nakedness.
Zelda knelt beside her victim, rubbing the oily mar-ble of Cindy's clitoris with one fingertip. "All you have to do is beg, baby, and you're free. Easy, huh?"
Cindy rolled her head to face Zelda, her glassy, fevered eyes blurrily focusing on the heart-shaped aristocratic features face leering down at her own apple-cheeked innocence.
"Never!"
More than ever, the captive teen-ager feared Zelda Comstock's diabolical, black humor and the twisted blonde's savage sensual cruelty. Only a mad woman would lick a girl's sensitive vaginal flesh to the point of near madness and then laugh at the girl's searing anguish. And only a warped, utterly perverted mind would force Cindy to suck her tormentor's clasping cunt until the woman's own shuddering orgasm had erupted, spilling the thick hot syrup of her perversity into the defenseless virgin's helpless mouth.
Now Paul Comstock was doubling her harassment with his indecisiveness. Cindy's softly heaving breasts, shadowed in orange firelight and glittering eyes betraying her condemning excitement, although she succeeded in choking off the pathetic whimper in her throat. Even limp, Paul's cock shaft looked im-mensely powerful. Cindy glanced next at Sonia Greenley's leering smirk of contentment with a stab of furious envy. Again her glassy chocolate eyes fell on Paul Comstock who was gazing at her delicate pink pussy slit appraising it as he would the Dow Jones Industrial Average green sheet.
Paul's smooth lips lifted from his chilled glass and crimped into an easy hello-how-are-you smile, his seductive eyes boyishly appealing. "No, baby," he said at last, reaching over to tweak Cindy's big toe. "I'm not going to take her sweet little cherry tonight."
Guy lapped up the opportunity. "Well, if you don't want to, I sure as hell do..."
Sonia twisted her neck around to glance scornfully down at her husband's shriveled penis. "With what?" she laughed.
Guy's face turned scarlet, but he held back his biting retort. God, he was going to wreak vengeance on the bitch before they went back to Boise!
"No sense in rushing it," Paul shrugged. "I want to be in Wheaties-form when I sink my cock into her cherry. Maybe tomorrow..." he cupped a yawn.
Cindy's face dripped with disappointment and her genitals burned. Not tonight! When? Her insides felt as if one more teasing finger, one more probing tongue would send her spinning into outer space forever, im-mortalizing her aching frustration through infinity. The debacle had to be released before her belly exploded.
To add to the fettered teen-ager's gnawing frustration, Zelda whimsically caressed her trembling inner thighs as she held the glass of champagne to the girl's cum-encrusted lips.
"I hope you've learned a little about fucking tonight, Cindy," murmured the blonde temptress in a mocking tone. "If you want you can whisper your beg so the oth-ers can't hear you. Would you like me to suck your hot little pussy as a nightcap, darling?"
The helplessly aroused girl stared imploringly into Zelda's smoldering eyes, twitching in torment when the naked blonde ran her fingertip shiveringly over Cindy's ovalled pink cuntal lips in an obscene teasing motion. That inflaming contact melted the steel wall of Cindy's resistance, but when Zelda caressingly rub-bed her middle finger over the oily nub of Cindy's aching clitoris, sending violent spasms of promise through the agonized brunette's pelvis, all resistance was gone. Mama's mangled leg ... nothing short of death could hold back that damningly acquiescent word:
Y-yes!" Cindy whispered, clenching her eyes in pro-found shame. "Yes, Zelda, please! I'm ... so hot down here," she choked. "I ... I think I'm going crazy, los-ing my mind ... help me ... oh, Zelda, pleeeze"
The logs crackling in the fireplace grew to forest-fire proportions in Cindy's buzzing ears as she waited for her tormentor's response. But the second Cindy had made her humiliating surrender; she knew it was a mistake from the sight of Zelda's ripe lips twisting into a smile of sheer sadistic triumph.
"Did you hear that, everybody?" Zelda called out laughingly to her spectators. "Our sweet young virgin just begged me to finish her off and make her cum. God, she's sizzling down there! Now I've always been the democratic type," she said, sitting up cross-legged next to Cindy. "Let's take a vote. Should I make her cum or let her save it for her defloration? Let's vote."
In spite of Cindy's white hot anger at entrusting the cruel blonde in a moment of desperate trust, the bru-nette held her breath, praying that one of these lust--crazed people would defy Zelda. Paul ... no, his self--confidence didn't stretch that far. That left Sonia. Holding her breath, Cindy turned her moistly pleading brown eyes toward her nakedly lounging audience, imploring them silently, concentrating espe-cially on Sonia's lithe-bodied vulnerability.
With a fling of her head, Sonia glanced over at Cindy, raking her eyes over Zelda's smug nakedness to Paul. The seductive look in his eyes wheedled away any sympathy she might have felt for the roped down virgin. After her shattering climax, it would have sickened her with envy to see her bullish stud ravage a sweet young cherry.
"Make her wait," sneered Sonia at last. "She's al-ready waited nineteen years; one more day won't kill her."
"Good idea," smiled Paul, slapping Sonia on the thigh. "I'll take care of it first thing in the morning. The hotter she is, the better we'll both like it. Ain't that right, honey?" he winked at Cindy who hadn't enough moisture in her fear-constricted throat to swallow anything except her pride.
To Cindy's awe, it was Guy Greenley who sided against the others, though his reasons were not of the altruistic ilk. "Give the girl a break," he said flatly, motivated by an urge to argue with his own con-temptuous wife. "Let her cum now."
Zelda grinned down at Cindy with mock regret. "You lose, honey," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "One more day with that swollen cherry won't kill you, baby. But you have been a marvelous sport and for that you get the consolation prize. Everybody's going to give her a goodnight kiss on her you-know-what. Sonia, you go first."
The willowy brunette shivered her naked shoulders seductively, grinned kittenishly at Paul and padded over on her hands and knees, her white-mooned but-tocks wriggling salaciously with each breast bouncing step. "Mmmm ... mmmm," she said with jocularity, though Cindy found nothing humorous about it. Stationing herself between the sobbing virgin's roped apart legs, she opened her succulent mouth, sticking the tip of her tongue between her lips and winking at Cindy. While Cindy braced her trembling body, gasp-ing and quivering from Sonia's lips clasping parasitically onto her sensitively primed clitoris Sonia socked gluttonously.
Exactly a minute later Zelda snapped her fingers, a subtle test of her dominance over the sleek-bodied Greenley woman. To her delight, Sonia raised her head dutifully. "Time's up," she chuckled at Sonia, cruelly tweaking one of Cindy's hotly swollen nipple buds in her fingers. "Just one minute apiece, gang. Our cherry might up and cum on us."
Next in line, Zelda's eyes fell on Guy who sat sipping his tepid champagne, saying nothing, his eyes squinting dolorously from one sex-crazed face to the next, his conscience tapping him on the shoulder. The sickening perversion of tonight's 'party' settled in his ulcerated stomach, burning an inflamed hole in his gut. His square jaws worked against themselves and there was no merriment in his brooding eyes when with one last hate-filled gaze at his groveling wife who sat ostentatiously licking her lips, cooing and snickering simperingly, he fell to his knees and knelt down between the brunette's sweat-glazed thighs and flicked his tongue deep and greedily. He winced as Cindy's body jolted from the hot contact, and sensing her agony, he made a quick retreat. Still her hips con-vulsively spasmed as another stinging thrill tore through her rankling loins.
"Go ahead, Guy, you've got forty-three seconds left," goaded Zelda, her eyes festering with irritation. He should have begged for more time, not declined her invitation.
Guy shook his head, raising to his feet and staring hurtfully down at the roped down virgin. "She doesn't need it."
"Guy doesn't think our virgin needs another tongue fucking, darling," smirked the blonde heckler. "Paul, come here and show our friend what one more lap at Cindy's hot cunt can do."
Following the bizarre ritual, Paul's burning tongue softly traced the succulent outline of Cindy's sizzling pink cuntal lips, bringing scalding tears of frustration to the virgin's pleading eyes. Sixty seconds later he lifted his dripping lips, kissed Cindy on the forehead, whispering:
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow ... promise."
But it was Zelda's fiendish lips and tongue that un-leashed the debacle of lust in Cindy's throat. The lush breasted blonde purposely built up a nerve rasping suspense as she blew gentle gusts of cooling air into Cindy's aching pussy, then flicked her tongue deep in-to the brunette's festering vagina and circled the lips with a slow, taunting circle. Exactly a minute later, she, too, lifted her head.
"Sorry, princess, but its midnight and your cherry will turn into a pumpkin if we don't call it quits." Grabbing the afghan from the sofa, she tossed it over Cindy's writhing, sweat glistening body. "Good night, precious."
"Oh, please ... no ... don't ... leave. . ." Cindy's pleas fell on distant ears. The dull thud of slamming doors was her final answer.
For the nineteen-year-old, June fifth was the longest, most harrowing night of her life.
Chapter 5
For that first silent hour Cindy fell into a fit of exhaustion, her strained muscles spasming in awakening stabs of pain. Whimpering defeatedly, she tagged at the thick ropes that tied her chafed wrists and rope-burned ankles. Even if miraculously she managed to free herself, where could she go? Back into the mountains to find Jed? Jed ... his optimistic smile seemed ephemeral as Halloween ghosts now.
She had to get away ... had to. To die was one thing, to die after being disgraced like this would make immigrant grandfather roll over in his grave.
Cindy's molding defenses were hastily splintering, lips.
"Stop it this instant, Cynthia Anne Weinstein. What happened to your orthodox code of ethics? Quit thinking like a naughty girl and get yourself out of this mess!"
Cindy blinked her chocolate eyes, terror tearing through her. God, I'm going berserk! These voices ... keep coming ... from Mama! Like a nightmare her mother and Zelda merged into one being, alternately licking her vagina and slapping her face, smiling and frowning, soothing and belittling at once. Oh God, leave me alone ... both of you, leave me alone!
"... they had to give me morphine... beg and I'll let you go... making love, huh, it's more like making war ... burst that sweet little cherry ..."
Gritting her teeth, she yanked violently at the ropes, the heavy hemp biting into her tender wrists, leaving painful red bracelets. A quick glance to either side revealed the real culprits. The lion claw leg of a mahogany end table to the right and a fat overstuffed chair leg to the left. The uneven firelight shadowed the ominously heavy shapes at her feet. Squinting her eyes to quell the voices within her, Cindy tried to recall every detective story and mystery book she'd read, but they were few. Mama didn't approve of her little girl pouring over cop stories and everything including Dick Tracy comic books had found its way to the trash can, and Louisa May Alcott's lavender and lace thrust into her hands. But back then who would have thought that mystery stories would teach her to rescue herself from a bunch of sexual perverts!
The fire ... if I could burn off the rope! Yes! Chance biodegrading like a rotting log on mossy ground. And she had said yes ... not to a man, but to a woman who'd worked her up to a hysterical pitch of delirium, using no weapons except Cindy's vulnerable anatomy, deliberately sparring her victim's body against her own mind and Cindy's body was winning this riposte, swords down!
Tears of shameful disgust gritted in her brown eyes as she watched the glowing embers in the fireplace crackle and spit. What in God's name would she have to do for these heinous perverts to end her sensual suffering? Damn you Zelda Comstock! Damn you to hell!
Wrenching her right wrist frantically, Cindy felt the rope slacken slightly beneath her constant tugging. At least when they were touching me there was hope. Heck, thought Cindy recklessly,-I'd rather finger fuck myself than untie these ropes! Given a choice, Cindy Weinstein, in her exhausted vulnerability, would have preferred quelling her roil-ing vagina to walking freely out of that door knowing
she would never have her precious orgasm. Anything to halt the maddening, infectious throb that tore out- ward from her tingling thighs to every goose-bumped inch of her seething flesh. Her swollen breasts strained and ached against the nubby hand knit afghan and her nipples were twin feelers of fire. With each ass wriggling gyration on the bear skin rug beneath her, the lingering lick of Zelda Comstock's lustful tongue flooded over her libido until she could feel her searing wet tip wriggling in her tingling anal hole bringing a soft groan to Cindy's cum-parched moving the furniture and more pain, or living through another teeth gnashing day of sexual torture ... She didn't have to flip a coin to choose.
Grunting, wincing, she squinted her eyelids shut, sweat popping up on her forehead as she counted to five and tried to pull her wrists downward. Sucking in her breath, tears squirting from her eyes from the biting pain of ropes eating her wrists, mauling them until they oozed with blood. No good. The chair had moved an inch at most. But the pain! Gawwwwwdd! Her wrist felt as if a bear had been chewing on it. Never . . . she could never tolerate another try.
Chewing ... teeth ... her mind jumped from one plausibility to the next. Craning her neck until the tendons strained out with telephone cords severity, she struggled to flip over on one side and gnaw at the slackened rope. Again no good. She couldn't reach, and in desperation the captive gave a maddened tug at the rope, its slackened length flinging tautly and ... ouch ... ouccccchhhh! Damn it was caught on something. Now what? She craned until her neck ached, squinting above her, making out the brown fuzzy lump of the bear's head. The rope had caught in the bear's mouth. The powerful jaws held the rope secure, eating up the slack, yanking the right half of her body upwards until her shoulder muscles started a passionate throb of its own, biting enough to distract from the Godawful thump in her loins.
Mouth ... teeth ... Her last hope. Flickering im-ages of a heavily bearded man with coca cola bottle bottom glasses and a program on educational TV about self-hypnosis ... quelling pain ... "For people who have trouble falling asleep at night or suffer from migraine headaches ... and you can do it right there in your bed"... or on bear skin rug with your ankles and wrists bound, added Cindy bitterly. "Concentrate on a very pleasant experience, something from childhood maybe. Close your eyes now and concentrate ... hard ... that's right ... feel the sun on your back, the grass under your feet ..."
While beads of perspiration ran together to salt Cindy's cheeks, her memory bank opened the vault on her ninth birthday party, her 'lucky' birthday as Uncle Art called it. The balloons her father couldn't blow up ... the bunny birthday cake (why was Mama pos-sessed with rabbits, anyway?) Gently at first, her arm sawed up and down, back and forth, her elbow coming down a fraction of an inch closer to her shoulder until ... she gave one violent tug and the red birthday balloons popped in her mind and her elbow jabbed down so hard it bruised her right breast!
For a long breathless moment she lay whimpering with self pity, staring dumbly at her bloody wrist. The sight of her own blood made her queasy. Her hysteria grew until rage and fear joined hands and she tore at the rope binding her left arm, ripping her fingernails but feeling no pain. Prisms of light flickered before her eyes and rising up on jellied knees; she fumbled over the marble end table top, her fingers recognizing the cool rectangular shape of a metal cigarette lighter.
With a gasp of joy, she flicked it, smiling as the flame burned the dry hemp. But the emotional rush of freedom was too much; it was easier when someone else was in charge, telling you what to do and how to do it. Jed ... that's why she needed Jed. God, would she ever see him again, feel his strong body next to hers, cuddling her protectively? A big, strong football player like him made her feel the weaker sex, but right now she would gladly have turned the situation over to his command. She would climb any mountain, carry a seventy pound backpack ... do anything he asked if only he were here to save her from this mesa! Damn ... why did she have to be born a girl, anyway!
Come on, you can do it ... an inner voice encouraged. Quit being everyone else's pawn. "I can and I will get out of here," she vowed with a stiff upper lip and wrapped the afghan about her nakedness and sprinted for the door. Abruptly she froze, petrified. Upstairs creaking footsteps grew louder, and then stopped. Silence ... the violent rush of flushing water ... more footsteps ... more silence. Cindy's button chin quivered and fear of discovery choked her throat; she could have counted on one hand the number of breaths in that next minute and a half. Her clawing fingers struggled with the latch until it opened onto the chilly night.
To the East where the sun would rise, a hazy mist veiled the craggy peaks and the quarter moon lolled lazily in mid-sky as if deciding which way to go. The stinging cold dampness felt splashed like ice water on her burning cheeks, revitalizing, then numbing. Cindy shriveled, staring with renewed horror at the bleak mountains. No way would she go up there with the bears! A strange burst of emotion warmed her chest. She shared in ironic kinship with that furry beast. One had trapped her and one had freed her. But this was no time for a Thoreauian discourse on nature.
Scanning the horizon, the wrinkles smoothed from her satin forehead as she squinted at a dark lopsided silhouette past the driveway. Wadding the afghan up in her hands, toes curled against the sharp pebbles of the gravel driveway, Cindy darted over the knell, her lush breasts bouncing. She would hide in the shed and leave in the morning. Maybe she would find some old clothes, a bicycle or car in there.
Her goose-bumped buttocks shivering beneath the afghan, Cindy ran until her lungs burned, the blanket fluttering like butterfly wings around the tan cocoon of her naked body. Ouch ... damn! She stubbed her toe! Gasping, she limped the last few yards, studying with grim consternation the weathered barn whose in-viting silhouette suddenly turned dusty and forbidden n the filtered moonlight. Who knew what might be liming in there! Snakes ... rats ...
At the barn door she drew a deep, steeling breath, lifted her aching arms up to remove the wooden bar on the barn door and hoped for the best. The weathered wood's joints creaked and the door yawned open with a haunted-house gasp. Shivering with fear, Cindy step-ped cautiously inside, the sting of dust mixing with a heady animal smell flared in her smog-insulated nostrils. She sneezed. Like walking into a warm dark womb, the space closed around her, until all she could hear was her own heart beat fluttering in her bosomy chest.
"Oh?" she bolted in fright, clamping her hand over her mouth as the night winds banged the door shut her behind her. She felt blindly in the dark, taking baby steps until her cold numbed toes touched something twiggy, grassy. Down on her knees now, she rum-maged through a handful of it, lifting it to her nose and sniffing. Years back her family had spent a week at a dude ranch and she recognized this feel, this smell ... Hay.
Exhaustion nibbling away at her tired flesh and breathing in the dusty warm clover, she collapsed in the hay, stretching her legs out isometrically, her arms, too. The burning hole in the center would not stop pounding and Cindy's hand shot down to that sizzling playground between her thighs, and drew away. No ... to finger herself to orgasm was a victory for Zelda. Darn it, after working this hard to save her pride, she could wait until marriage! Gone was the provoking sight of naked sex crazed bodies and with its evil, dark vibrations of carnality. The ghoulish image of Zelda Comstock's widow-peeked face faded into a nightmare and convulsively, Cindy slept, curled kit-tenishly in the hay.
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Icicles of morning light seeped through the warped walls when Cindy opened one puzzled eye that swept over the raw wood rafters overhead dotted with swal-lows' mud nests. Yawning, she stretched her shoulders and back muscles, the tendons tight and sore. She rub-bed her wrists, wincing at the bruises braceletting them. Teeth chattering, Cindy sat up, twigs of hay stuck in her blue-black ringlets, her soft, melonous breasts prickled with imprints of hay while her strawberry nipples puckered against the chill.
She looked warily around. An old tractor frosted with swallow droppings sat next to an anachronistic wagon with rusted metal wheels caked with mud. So much for the transportation dilemma ... she thought discouragedly. But that stairway ... where did that lead?
On her feet, clutching the afghan around her, goose-bumped flesh, Cindy approached the steps and craned her neck. She had to make her break before that nymphomaniac psychopath woke up for her morning feeding of virgin cunt. Maybe up there, she hoped, her brown eyes wide, she would find something. Even a gunny sack to wear!
Step by step, soundless naked feet glided up the steps, the hay strewn afghan trailing after her.
Jack rolled restlessly in his sleep, kicked the blankets down to the foot of the bed and punched his pillow fluffy, fighting to stay asleep. One robin's egg eye popped open, squinting against the sunlight. On his back now, he rubbed his wrinkled forehead, his eyes gritty with sleep. Damn, he hadn't slept past dawn for years! Ah, but it felt good to play lazy ... the Palomino could wait another half hour. Dozing, he lay on his back, hands clamped over his chest, the linger-ing vision of the naked girl in the hay stack goading his groin into a morning erection.
Don't be a fool, old man ... fantasies don't belong to the decency of daylight!
Wait ... somebody was coming up the steps, he could see the shadow! He had defended his bachelor nest against mice, swallows, and vermin. This was his territory! The hackles raised on the back of his sun-burned neck.
To a city girl like Cindy, a barn was meant for horses and cows and expecting to find the loft empty, the girl brazenly sprinted up the steps, pushed open the door, her afghan bunched up in front, gaping open to make climbing easier.
"Eiiiiiik!" the brunette screamed, clasped her hand to her mouth and squinted incredulously at a spread eagled man on his bed wearing nothing but Gabby Haise underwear ... missing buttons in vital places.
Jack bolted up in bed and cupped the wiry patch of hair sprinkling from his unbuttoned crotch, his cheeks flushed. A dream ... a fantasy? The old man blinked his eyes and stared dumbstruck at the startled black headed beauty with bits of straw strewn through her ringlets haloing her reddened cheeks. A colorful blanket was thrown recklessly over her tawny satin nakedness as she stared down at him with big innocent chocolate eyes, and she didn't flinch when the blanket drooped down to expose one winking nipple.
Jack didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Christ, I'm loosing my marbles . "Holy shit," he mumbled aloud. "It's the hiker."
"I ... I'm sorry..." Cindy shrunk away, too startled by his indecent underwear to remember her own nakedness. "I ... didn't know anybody was ..." She gulped dryly, backing up a few paces, ready to run back down the steps.
Jack fought to regain his senses. "Wait! Don't go!" -After this many lonely years he wasn't about to shoo away even fantasies. His blue eyes squinted below bushy brows, pulling together in one hairy line across his wrinkled forehead. Something pleasantly comical about him quelled Cindy's fears. "Are you for real?" he barked, fighting senility. Hallucinations didn't talk, but Cindy did.
"Yes ... I believe so." She managed a lopsided smile.
Jumping to his feet, he turned his back to her and stumbled into his Levi's. "I thought you was up at the Comstock's getting well," he said brokenly, mortified at being found in his underwear by this magnificent creature ... this reincarnation of Mamie.
Cindy shrugged. "No ... I mean ... yes, I was ... but they're crazy! They tried ... to ... to do awful. .." In mid-sentence Cindy's dark eyes pooled in fear, her jaw gaping down. Below the window Zelda's throaty voice wafted up through the rafters, icing Cindy's veins. "They're coming after me ... help me ... Oh God, you've got to help me!"
Jack spun around on his heel. To ask questions would be ridiculous. He'd known all along the Comstocks were crazy as a horse eating loco weed. Despite his penis squirming half-heartedly in his underwear, he ripped off his Levi's, jumped back into bed and yanked the covers up. "Come on ... get under the covers!"
Cindy balked, looking first at the old man's bagging underwear with the gaping crotch, then down at her own bare breasts. "I ... I don't have ... anything on under this," she wailed.
The voices grew louder and they didn't sound friendly "Cindy! Come on darling, we know you're in there!"
"Oh, hell," mumbled Cindy, letting the afghan flut-ter from her lush nakedness and jumping in between the covers while the voice grew louder along with the weathered creak of the barn door's rusted hinges. "My blanket! They'll see it!"
Cindy looked and Jack looked at Cindy, both faces tight with embarrassment and forthcoming explanations.
Jack leaned down and threw the afghan under the bed to join the dirty socks, then squirmed back into place, wondering what the hell he was defending and why. But the soft warm touch of female flesh in his bed was reason enough to defend anything!
"Come on, snuggle up between my legs so they can't see your curves," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Cindy gulped. She glanced questioningly up at the old cowboy's face, then down to the vee of his crotch. "Well ... okay ..."After what I've been through what can an old man possibly do to me? She clambered be-tween his cotton clad legs, while Jack cursed his under-wear and yanked the horse blankets on top of him, lumping them up so that no tell tale bumps and curves showed on top.
Beneath the suffocating layers, Cindy struggled for breath, her nostrils filled with the virile scent of man setting off the thump in her belly again. Oh God, it's starting to tickle down there again! Her chin rested on his belly, the sac of his testicles spongy against her cheek while her nose tickled from his pubic curls.
The footsteps on the stairway were not soft, nor were they singular.
Zelda burst into the room, banging the door open wide. She wore a terry bath robe and a haughty grin hidden behind a soft facade of concern.
Under the stifling layer of blankets, Cindy shivered, taking long deep breaths. Paul was talking:
"Morning, cowboy. Aren't you sleeping late?" Heavy footsteps stomped toward the bed, and then stopped.
"Huh?" she heard Jack say. "Good morning, Mr. Comstock. By golly gees, you're right." Cindy could pluck the nervousness from his tone like straw from her hair. "I musta overslept."
Even through the covers Cindy could smell Zelda's cigarette smoke and feel her bristling anger. "That girl you found out in the fields ran away. She's not well. Do you know where we could find her?" Accusation gilded her voice.
'That ... young thing? Huh, sure as hell don't," said Jack scratching his head and yawning. The cowboy's cheeks grew red but not from being caught at napping. Under all that weight the hiker's warm breath on his penis piqued its curiosity and the withered tube pricked up its head, the single eye rising -to stare Cindy in the face. Jack's fingers spread the blanket, wadding it up in the palm of his hand while he gnashed his teeth in delicious agony. The Comstocks stood glaring at him, disdain written over their faces; they could stand there for eternity, thought Jack, squirming to worm his penis between s succulent lips.
"Tell ya what, folks ... When I take the Palomino out for her run, I'll keep an eye out for her." He paused. "Any problem?"
"No, we're just concerned."
Zelda's beacon eyes scanned the room and she cocked an eyebrow at Paul, then threw down her smoldering cigarette and stalked out with Paul on her heels.
The minute the cowboy heard the barn door slam, he spread his legs wide, meeting Cindy in mid-squirm. His big toe nail jabbed into something kittenishly soft and Cindy let out a pleasurable yelp as it scraped over her swollen clitoris, making her belly ache with hunger. After a minute she poked her brunette curls out of the covers, her brown eyes wide with alarm. The cowboy and the hiker looked each other in the eyes and embarrassed, they both looked away.
"Stay here," Jack said at length. "You'll be safe." He scampered out of bed and into his Levi's and shirt be-fore she could get a look at his baggy drawers. "I don't know what the hell them folks did to scare you like this, but I don't like 'em anymore'n you do." To hide his embarrassment, he kept up a running monologue; pulling on his socks, keeping his back to her. When he turned his head, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. Cindy was sitting upright in back of him, her na-ked breasts two wonderful handfuls, the strawberry nipples all puffy and sweet.
"Oh, help me," she whimpered, her chocolate eyes melting with fear. "They're awful people, why they ... they!" She flung her arms around his chest, hugging him, her nipples burning two holes in his shirt. He wasn't Jed but he was strong and male and he could see her plight.
Jack sucked in his breath and his voice was broken when he said, "After I take the horse out, I'll drive you into Moose ... gotta get some ... hay." His words fell far between, his concentration stiffening between his legs.
"Oh, please, don't go away ..." Salty tears trickled down her cheeks and after kicking his way into his boots, his weathered hand reached up and touched her soft one.
"That's okay, little one. Don' you worry none. Them's crazy city folks. Jack'll take care of ya." He sprang from the bed, she with him. Turning, his famished eyes ran over her naked loveliness, settling on the black patch of curls at the soft vee of her slender thighs, the round bowl of her smooth belly, the proud breasts, high and firm ... like Mamie's were.
His throbbing hangover seemed to have migrated south down to the hairy pasture of his loins. Embarrassed, he looked away and headed for the dresser where he dug through the drawers.
An old pair of Levi's, a flannel shirt and a pair of socks came flying her way and Cindy caught them, gathering them in her naked lap. At last she would get out of this horrid place and get back to Chicago where people were civilized!
"Can we go now, please? If they come back ..." Cindy's pathetic eyes nearly melted the old man's will, but he stuck to his guns. One woman had caused him grief enough, and now this girl, this naked little girl was trying to tell him how to handle his affairs.
"I'll take the horse out for a run and then I'll be back," he said firmly. His hand reached out to touch her shoulder reassuringly but drew back in shriveling intent, afraid that in touching her tawny marbly flesh; he would turn her into an immortal statue on a pedestal, making a mockery of his useless emotions. "Get ... get dressed."
Jack grabbed his straw hat and pranced coltishly out of the room, leaving the naked brunette to sit pouting on his bed, her spider-leg eyelashes fluttering over her rosy cheeks, looking pathetic. No coffee and cig-arettes for him this morning!
Ah ... he hadn't felt this alive in years!
Chapter 6
Cindy had buttoned up the faded plaid flannel shirt had slipped one foot into a clown-sized sock, sitting -on Jack's bed with the sunlight playing over her blue black curls, wondering if the South park entrance was in the direction of Moose. Might they know Jed's whereabouts? Like eggs from the yolk, her mind separated possibility from plausibility. To see for herself that Jed was...
"Huhnnn!" She bolted from the bed a screech dying in her throat.
"Well, Cindy, glad to see you got a good night's sleep." Like some ghoulish apparition Zelda materialized from nowhere, standing in an olive drab velveteen day dress, the dusty hem grazing her slender tanned ankles. "Really, I thought you had better taste than dirty old cowpokes with manure on their boots," she said flatly. "Didn't think I'd see the afghan, did you?"
The hiker froze in mid-motion as Zelda dragged the bull whip from a two penny nail next to Jack's dresser and turned it in her hands with child-like curiosity, cocking one eyebrow at her escapee.
Cindy gulped, feeling a warm power engulf her. Strangely, the clothes separating her naked vulnerability from Zelda created a protective shell around her, sealing out Zelda's allure.
"No ... leave me alone ... I'm going into Moose and you can't stop me. I want to find Jed and go back to Chicago. I've had enough of your medieval torture!" Her wide eyes narrowed rebelliously.
Zelda's sultry lips curled in a mocking smirk and she snaked the whip in the air, the tip catching last year's calendar nailed on the wall, scissoring it in two. "Hmmm ... quite a toy, wouldn't you say, Cindy? Who needs ropes?"
****
Cold rivulets of melted ice dribbled from the ice bag and trickled down Jed's stiffened leg. Morose with self--loathing and a gnawing fear of uselessness, sat on the ranger's army cot listening as Joe Barnes talked with the ranger at the head station.
"Not yet, huh?"
Jed raised his head from his cupped hands, his face tight with fear.
"... Not likely." Joe scribbled on a note pad as he talked, receiver trapped between shoulder and ear, oc-casionally raising his head to acknowledge the shuffle--footed impatience of a park visitor's inquiry. "Um, hum ... ten should do it..." He hung up.
Joe Barnes' pale blue eyes and Jed's sunken brown ones sparred for a moment, and then Joe pooched out his lips concentratively and ripped the sheet from the pad, folded it up and stuck it in his shirt pocket.
"No sign of her, kid. Park entrances have been checking for the past twelve hours. Head station has organized a search party. If she's in the park we'll find her. Sometimes lost hikers wander down into the foothills to the ranches below. Let's hope that's the case." He scratched his head.
"They gotta find her! They have to!"
****
"I don't know what you did with that dirty cowpoke, but you're taking a bath before I let my husband touch you!" barked Zelda, turning on the hot water faucet in the old fashioned lion-claw tub and splashing in handful of bubble bath. The room, lined with mirrors, reflected Cindy's shivering ripe nakedness from every angle. "Go ahead and use the facilities, darling, but I can't leave you alone, you know. It might occur to you to play with yourself, and that would spoil the fun I've got planned for today," said Zelda with a coarse chuckle.
Cindy hung her flushed face, as humiliated by Zelda's casual stare as she sat on the toilet seat as she was by the shameful knowledge that the cunning blonde had read her thoughts. The captive girl swal-lowed dryly, the roiling sting in her genitals throb-bing plaintively from where Zelda had held the vibrator to her swollen cuntal lips, lifting it only when her victim spasmed in pre-orgasmic agony.
Zelda had not taken kindly to her captive's escape, not only because it tainted her impeccable record, but because she had to start over from point zero, and though a vibrator did the trick nicely, it left her house guests in dubious awe of her powers. Little by little, this brunette wheedled away her potency, and Zelda didn't like that one bit.
"Even a war prisoner has more privacy than I do!" flared Cindy angrily, humiliated at being watched in this private moment.
"But you're having more fun," laughed Zelda. "My, but your breasts are big when you stand up! Did that dirty old cowboy take your cherry, lover? That's what I want to know."
"No..." spat Cindy. "I'm not an animal who has to have sex," she flung her rich curls free of her face with an angry toss of the head. She started to pass Zelda to-ward the tub when the lushly curved blonde suddenly slid her hands around Cindy's small waist from behind and held her in a tight passionate embrace. The virgin trembled wildly, the hellish tickle between her thighs scalding now as Zelda's full breasts mashed into her naked back, the blonde's pussy hairs grinding obscene-ly against Cindy's tender ass cheeks.
"Don't!" whispered Cindy, feeling desire soar as warm wet kisses smothered her neck and fingers crept down over her softly trembling belly down to her young pussy.
"I'd love to finger fuck you right now," murmured Zelda in a bewitching voice that sent shivers up Cindy's spine. "And you'd love that, too, wouldn't you?"
More cruel teasing! thought Cindy as tears stung her eyes and the memory of Jed faded like dying sun-light from her mind. Even the faintest hope of relief now triggered a sharp hot seeping in her virginal cunt flesh, and her blood sang feverishly in her ears. The ef-fects of the vibrator had been nothing short of catastrophic and the need for release ballooned disastrously.
Yes, yess, oh Zelda, I can't stand it!" Now that she naked again, her defenses were torn from her. "I'll go crazy if ... if you don't ... finger fuck me!"
"And what will I get in return?" asked Zelda in a lust thickened voice, tracing a wet, lewd circle on the nape of Cindy's slender neck with her fiery tongue to make the helplessly aroused girl shudder in her arms.
"Anything! Anything!" whispered Cindy with dire urgency, her pupils dilated, and her cheeks burning. "I'll kiss you anywhere you want, do anything you ask, but for godssakes, make me cum.' The taste of freedom bitter on her lips, she succumbed to wretched fate like a French rebel facing the guillotine-anxious to have done with it.
"Oh, ho! Our cherry is begging!" Zelda fell into a fit of laughter and ground her swollen pubic mound against Cindy's squirming ass cheeks. "I'd love to make you cum, darling, but then I would be cheating on my husband." Zelda's hot tongue shot out to make wet jabs into Cindy's ears. "Would you like me to suck your cunt right here in the bathroom until you cum? Nobody has to know, darling," taunted Zelda.
Cindy moaned unabashedly, unable to control the sizzling lust generated by Zelda's soft pubic curls grinding against her tender ass cheeks as she stroked the swollen nub of Cindy's clitoris.
"Yes, eat me," whimpered Cindy, speaking before thinking, feeling her sanity fading beneath Zelda's endless torment.
The five of them sat at the sun drenched kitchen table eating bacon and eggs and coffee laced with brandy for breakfast. The incongruous domestic scene and the incessant thumping in her genitals robbed Cindy of her appetite and coyly she glanced out the window waiting for the cowboy to gallop back to the corral and ... And do what? Turn a gun on his employers? No, all was lost now.
"Eat," snapped Paul, stabbing at a sliver of bacon.
"No ..."
Paul and Zelda exchanged raised eyebrow glances while the Greenleys, silent for their own reasons, chomped reticently.
"I'll go to the police and tell them everything!" blurted Cindy.
"But you won't," grinned Zelda, pushing aside her plate, her tongue leaping out to lick at a shred of tobac-co on her lower lip as she smoked, making the gesture seem a lewd invitation. "You forget who you're up against, baby. And we're not done with you yet." She followed Cindy's desperate glance out the kitchen window. "Forget the cowboy."
Zelda scraped back her chair, her proud breasts and generously rounded hips cutting a perfect hour-glass beneath her robe. "Come on, darling. It's back to the rack for you."
Cindy blinked, fear and dismay at her companions again. Should she beg and crawl for her freedom now? Should she fight to the point of numbing exhaustion ... or surrender?
Zelda's gimlet eyes were daggers. "If you don't come willingly, we'll tie you face down on the rug and that cute little ass will make a nice dart board."
Chills of terror stalked Cindy's spine and following Zelda, she stripped off the towel she wore and with crushing resignation lay down on the all too familiar spot on the fur rug, her arms and legs stretched out, pride crucified. The ropes gouged into her still tender ankles and wrists, but the brunette captive couldn't deny a faint thrill of anticipation, a forbidden rush of lewd pleasure at her own masochistic vulnerability. She no longer was responsible for her own fate; this movie would end when the Comstocks had their fill. Cindy the pawn...
Cindy blinked. Paul loomed over her, his stud-horse cock stiffening as he stared down at the virgin's defenseless little cunt. What a way to lose my virginity, thought Cindy dully. Brunch ... cherry cocktail for the rich. Her eyes burned into his with scorching hatred. Come on ... take me and get this over with, she wanted to say. Fuck me, screw me, eat me ... just make me cum and I'll throw in my cards and you and Zelda win this hand.
Paul Comstock's acute intelligence seemed to have picked up on his captive's thought forms, for his penis jerked stiffly, throbbing massively from the wiry patch of his loins. The blunt ballooning head shone a dull red as it bloated before Cindy's hungry eyes, his testicles swelling, gushing with pent-up semen.
Come on... do it ... let me have it! Nothing mat-tered to Cindy, not the fact that Jack was at that mo-ment galloping back over the pastures ready to make his last mark on society by rescuing the pathetic hiker from the lecherous Comstock's grasp, nor that Ranger in jeeps and on foot were at that second scour-ing the hills to find her. Everything else was speculation, but the pearl of pre-cum oozing from Paul Comstock's steel-hard erection was real ... and her bee-stung pussy lips, throbbing, aching were real.
The living room was full of people suddenly. The Greenleys glaring down at her naked spread eagled body, Sonia's inane giggle and Guy's indecisive curiosity.
"Poor thing looks like she could use a rub down. Suppose Sonia and I get her ready." suggested Zelda, shivering with lust.
"No," Paul was adamant. "She's ready and so am I."
"Just a quickie," insisted Zelda firmly, moving in be-tween Paul and Cindy. "She'll be hotter than hell when we get through with her."
For a second it looked as if Paul might rebuke his wife. Long and hard he glared at her, and then gestured curtly with his head and the couple moved out of Cindy's earshot, settling their disputes privately. The rope tied brunette gasped with the thought of more teasing, and her plump young breasts rose and fell anxiously awaiting the results of consultation. Bartered over like a garage sale bric-a-brac, Cindy savored these last moments of virginity, ever con-scious of Guy Greenley staring down at her with a glint in his eye.
"Ten more minutes, Paul," hissed Zelda, clutching her husband's shoulders. Her eyes gleamed with a mad light as she talked. "Ten more minutes and she'll be our plaything, darling ... just our toy forever!"
Paul crooked an admiring grin at his statuesquely naked wife. Utter genius, that woman, telepathic on top of it. "She's ready to break any second," bragged Zelda. "And then you'll have your precious menage a trois, darling." Paul glanced down at the restlessly squirming girl and his blood swollen cock jerked to life eagerly.
"Okay," he sighed. "But hurry up ... this is one time I'm not sure I can hold off."
Sonia eyes the Comstocks with piqued curiosity, her nipples puckering at the thought of going down on the delicious virgin one more time. Beside her Guy stood grimly devouring the frazzled activity about him, the insecurity of being left out of this ravishment eating away at his ego. He detested his wife for her cruel con-tempt for other women ... her jealousy. Her too anx-ious giggles rattled in his ears as the two women knelt beside Cindy's strapped down body, Zelda as always, at the head of the pack.
Cindy shuddered with fear and crushed hopes. God only knew how much more of Zelda's insufferable taunting she could endure. Licking her lips, Cindy gazed up at Paul's tree trunk hardness with a final, desperate glance before shutting her eyes and tensing her body for the first devilish tickle, the first damnably teasing tongue jab.
"Back to the hind door, Sonia. You take her from waist down and I'll take the yummy upper half. And hands off her cunt . . . that's for Paul."
Cindy's ritual of anguish began round three as Zelda straddled her talcum powdered belly and began rub-bing perfumed oil on Cindy's melonous breasts, her stroking fingers kneading the nipple buds. Below, Sonia's curious fingers massaged the oil onto each of Cindy's strapped down thighs, coming within a hair of the moaning virgin's cuntal lips.
"God, she's a sexy thing," murmured Zelda, pre-paring her virgin for the pyre as she lavished the warm oil under Cindy's armpits and down along her rib-boned ribcage.
Cindy stiffened and gasped as Zelda reached around behind her to gently squeeze Cindy's throbbing hot pussy mound. Her flesh was crying with unbearable need, a million pin pricks torturing her body, and as her two naked tormentors fondled and stroked her burning flesh, probing their fingers into the satiny cleft of Cindy's ass cheeks, covering the entire upper half of her twitching body with a glossy coat of oil, fondling, caressing, stroking, taunting every scalding inch of her flesh ... Cindy saw stars.
The maddening tension shattered in a deep, agonized groan that wasn't quite human. As they worked the oil into forbidden places, Cindy arched her quivering body in a high curve off the rug. Like fis-sured earth, she was slowing breaking apart and the shattering earthquake of lust bubbled beneath, ready to spurt out its boiling steam. "Do it," sobbed Cindy, frantically thrashing her head, wrenching violently at the ropes. Her soft hips jerked deliriously and her glazed eyes stared at Paul Comstock's cyclopic penile eye oozing with tears of pre-cum.
"Please, do it! Oh Gawd! I'll crawl; I'll beg ... I've got to cum! Again, her mother's mangled leg loomed in her mind's eye, but "Fuck me!" wailed the captive tragically, and suddenly a bomb seemed to explode in Cindy's mind, shattering her mother's leg into a red hash of blood and flesh. Fear shed from her lust sizzl-ing mind like meat from a bone.
A sudden hush fell over the cabin and the foursome stared at her with puzzled looks. Her oil glistening curves twisted and spasmed in hysterical contortions and even Paul Comstock couldn't stifle a groan of passion.
Zelda stood up haughtily, towering like a bronzed, golden-haired goddess of victory, her taut breasts swelling in feverish pride.
"You see," she said evenly. "I knew she would beg."
"Untie her," Paul said with ripe urgency. "I almost went crazy myself waiting for her to give in."
The blazing knot of hunger in Cindy's boiling loins coiled tight as bedsprings in her breathless impatience as Sonia and Zelda freed her from the ropes. Yes, she had begged, given in to their diabolical tauntings and the thought of sex didn't scare her any more. She had given in ... this time. To die of frustration or swallow her pride ... For too long she'd hovered indecisively on that fork of the road and now it was time to let her galloping libido take off and explore the unknown territory of sex. What else could she do?
To have a long, thick violently throbbing penis saw-ing hotly in the very pit of her seething young belly was the sum total of Cindy's reality. Self pity and Mama's engrained fears, was beyond her ken.
It never occurred to the tormented virgin that there might be another penalty for her surrender.
Chapter 7
Cindy tensed every muscle in her glistening, oiled body as she drew up her naked legs, exercising their tightness, then spread them wide while her glazed eyes devoured Paul's lust swollen penis which jerked and throbbed promisingly above her. She wanted to grab it and stuff it into her crying cunt and end the torment, but to follow those unauthorized instincts might land her back in the ropes, something her aching tendons couldn't accept.
She groaned pathetically, her aching belly ready to burst from swelling hunger. Like a starving infant, it bloated with the need to be filled. They were all watching her grovel, smirking and tittering behind her back, but she didn't care. Damn them all! First she had to have his throbbing penis rippling inside her furiously inflamed cunt before she went berserk ... then she would worry about her self image!
Zelda licked her sultry lips, barking her orders like a dog trainer at the girl cowering on the floor between her legs. "Crawl on your knees and lick his balls," her voice cracked like a snaking whip, and the trembling brunette rolled her oil slick body over and with her glossy mounds dangling like ripe fruit swaying from side to side like a well-timed kinetic 'statue, she crept on all fours toward Paul's beseeching cock. No humiliation could seep through the lust fired screen of her libido now, and the delirious virgin would have slavishly flicked her tongue up every one of their anuses-as would a dog in heat, if ordered to.
Anxious to end her plight, Cindy knelt before Paul's long virile hardness and grasped the blood heavy trunk in her dainty fingers, tremors of damning ex-citation sparking through her synapses at its bursting hot feel. Reverently, she lifted it up in one hand to study its hair covered testicles and licked them with eager swipes of the tongue, thrilling at their swollen promise of gushing cum.
Yes, Zelda ... I will grovel and beg because to con-cede to you is my best defense. And yes, she wanted it, too. On her own volition, she choked his cock tip with her pumping fist as she had seen Zelda do to Guy and pressed the rubbery head tight to her quivering lips and swirled her hot tongue around the rubbery tip, appreciating the pungent droplet of his cum that drib bled into her mouth, almost hysterical in her need to feel it bursting into her belly.
"Now?" she pleaded with round brown eyes that could have melted ice. "Will you fuck me now, please?" The words were stated with even exactitude.
"Lie back," he said, somewhat agog, and feverishly, Cindy scrambled backwards on her bruised elbows and spread her sore leg muscles, feeling her cuntal lips tingle explosively as Paul knelt up between her open thighs. Quickly, one of Cindy's hands leaped down to grasp the hot hardness and her fingers stroked it worshipfully, caressing the blood-inflated tip, instinc-tively guiding the thick rod of flesh until it peeked directly up the hole of her parted thighs.
Her breath came in strangled gasps as she brushed his searing cock head against the flushed pussy lips, trying to yank him inside. Cindy Weinstein shuddered at a violent thrill ripping lightning-like through her hungering vagina. God ... at last! She would rather it were Jed, but how could she be choosey!
Above her, the lean muscled man hesitated, staring down into Cindy's mewling face, the slippery feel of her ripely oiled breasts squirming against his hairy chest, puckered nipples singeing his chest hair, the heat of her steaming young cunt breathing hotly over his cock head. Christ! He just had to get this one on a permanent basis. He almost felt like a cherry himself as the luscious brunette's wide eyes burned pleadingly into his, her suspenseful moans crying for that deflowering lunge.
"Come on, Paul. Pop that cherry!" hissed Zelda. "Fuck her until she faints!"
"Do it, do it, do it," chanted Sonia from the sidelines, almost jumping up and down, her own fingers rubbing her hot belly in vicarious lust.
Even Guy had to comment on the brunette's revival. "Jesus, she's hot," he murmured, aware that his own aching cock was hard from watching this sex maddened ritual on the floor.
"Please! Now!" begged Cindy, feeling the blaze in her belly ignite every pubic curl like dried leaves in an electrical storm. "Now! Aaaaaagggghhhhl"
One moment Cindy felt her pussy lips being ground apart and in the next nerve jolting second, a white hot wedge of agony was drilling deep into her violently resisting cuntal slit. A wail of unendurable pain hissed from deep in her bosomy chest as Paul's blood engorged cock rammed into the narrow depths of her virginal cunt, gnawing apart the thin membrane like so much tissue paper. Cindy's legs scissored out and she yanked at his hair in frenzied anguish, cringing as the meaty tree trunk rammed into her tender pussy.
"Unngg-Unggh! K-Killing meee! OH, Lord ... hurts, HURTS! Too big, aaaggghhh," she whimpered, tears salting her cheeks.
The hard rubbery tip drubbed into her convulsing belly with vicious force. The sobbing virgin darted her hands down to claw at his hips, trying to push him away, trying to get rid of that petrifying penis gorging her bursting little cunt without mercy. Oh, Mama ... war couldn't be this painful! Why didn't I listen to you...!
Expert that he was, Paul deliberately maintained his ramming pressure in her torn vagina, Cindy's na-ked legs kicking out in protest, her lips -curled back over her teeth while he moaned incoherently and cursed her rash decision. Her fiery young cunt was like a silken fist around his lust heated penis, and he knew that once the pain stopped, Cindy would be a magnifi-cent fuck. Now her steaming cunt throbbed tightly around his penis, giving him a sample of her rippling cuntal muscles. The titillating feel of her oil slippery breasts and belly as she squirmed in a frenzy of pain beneath him made his testicles ache and a hot stickiness oozed out to dampen his loins, pink and threadlike. Cindy felt it too and thought: So much for my hymen!
All eyes upon him, judging his performance, Paul drew back slowly, gritting his teeth as the boiling fric-tion of her tight pussy sent shocks of bliss searing through his loins. Trembling, polka-dotted with goose-bumps, Cindy groaned as the brutal pressure in her raw pussy flesh eased somewhat. Ah, she could breathe. But then ... a new jab of agony tore through her when he plunged that second time, his hardness plowing even deeper into her bleeding cunt, every pulsing inch a new torment that made even a tiny twitch of her body a breathtaking jolt of pain. Now Cindy could feel his cum bloated balls dangling against the chasm of her up-thrust ass cheeks and his turgid cock swelled another half inch in the pit of her inflamed tummy until she thought she would faint from the fire-filled pressure down there.
"Stop! OH, God, stop!"
Despite that soul-shattering pain, Cindy felt her burning cunt flare and relax mysteriously as her cunt flowered wetly beneath its first brutal invasion, and the faintest thrill shuddered through tightly skew-ered walls. Paul drew back for another thrust, his hands reaching around her slick hips to grasp the warm trembling cheeks of her buttocks, his fingers kneading at the flesh like bread dough.
Cindy saw stars. She held her breath and her luminous eyes narrowed into slits as Paul lunged in a gentle but power-packed rhythm. Her cuntal muscles did a dance of their own, contracting and hugging his long-stroking cock, flowering a bit wider with each aching throb and beginning to firmly grip the base of his penile shaft as if to pull it out by the roots.
"Ohhh," whimpered Cindy, cautiously drawing her knees up higher, hungry for the next masochistic bat-tering of his tree trunk cock, aware that each stab of agony brought another stab of bliss as the thick hot pressure inside her tender cunt became devilishly tolerable.
Though she would never say it, it felt good.
She was so darned brave, Paul felt touched by her insouciance. From the way he was banging into her, it had to hurt like hell, but she muttered not a sound ex-cept for that one yelp. The throbs of her deflowered pussy grew stronger around his cock and he gritted his teeth to control himself as Cindy tentatively, but bravely, met his pumping strokes with gentle shud-ders of her vagina, its wet heat sucking at his driving erection with spine-tingling force. The initial pain dulled to a throb, washing over her body in frothing lust.
Gawd, this is wild! thought Cindy, gasping beneath her rapist, writhing her greased breast against his chest and scraping her fingernails down his back. Waves of fire danced through her naked flesh, rippling, sizzling. All the thrilling sensations she'd denied herself during the hours of her taunting tor-ment washed over her in floods of ecstasy and she bucked upwards, grinding her pussy against Paul's pelvis, loving the sound of her belly smacking against his and the feel of his sperm-heavy balls slapping against her tender anus. The first faint promise of orgasm simmered deep in her impaled cunt. She wal-lowed in the feeling of being helplessly ravaged by this pounding cock, loving the knowledge that she was the weaker sex. Both of her hands flew to Paul's head to entwine her fingers in his curly hair and yanked his face down to hers, locking her mouth against his. He slithered his tongue between her warm lips and Cindy sucked on it furiously, swirling her own around and gulping his saliva.
Higher she raised her aching legs, digging her heels into his thighs, her soft hips grinding faster into the bear skin rug until the rhythm of her lunges matched her frantically sucking pussy working toward its first orgasm.
"Whow!" was all Sonia could say, her eyes glittering over Cindy's oiled curves as the teenager squirmed and wriggled beneath her older partner's thundering penis. The petite housewife shivered as she recalled the cunt-gorging feel of Paul's erection pumping up be-tween her own ravenous thighs, and she hoped she could control herself long enough to wait for Paul to finish with the moaning girl.
Bewildered, Sonia looked around for Zelda and a moment later felt the blonde's warm breasts mashing into her back. Sonia sucked in her breath at the erotic, tempting sensation. Then her heart took off in a gallop when Zelda's hands slid around her tiny waist and down over her tingling belly to stroke her dark pussy curls.
"Sit down on the floor, Sonia," she said, bathing the woman's ear with warm breath. "I know what you need."
Trying to hide her enthusiasm, Sonia got down to a sitting position and spread her legs wide, still facing the thrashing couple a few feet away. Her eyelids flut-tered and her taut nippled breasts heaved as Zelda sat down in a propped-up teddy-bear position behind her, and stretching out her long legs alongside Sonia's and snuggling her warm pussy mound close to her ripe ass cheeks. Sonia let out an inhuman wail as Zelda em-braced her in this odd position, squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipple buds.
"Our hot little virgin is about to cum," Zelda chuckled in her ear. "You'd just love to cum, wouldn't you, Sonia? You're dying to have me finger fuck you, aren't you?" Once again the talons raked across a vulnerable libido.
"Oh, God, yes!" whimpered Sonia in that all-too- familiar plea, as Zelda ground her milky breasts into Sonia's back and locked her ankles around Sonia's, forcing the young wife's thighs wide to expose her glistening pink pussy slit. Something about this lavish blonde turned Sonia on intensely, though she tried to fight it, for Paul was whom she was really after. Yes, she wanted to be rich and beautiful like Zelda, and be Paul's wife ... But if some of the glittering socialite's magnetism would only rub off on her, then she would have succeeded in getting a bit closer to Paul.
"Let's watch Cindy cum first," whispered Zelda, pausing to nibble at the nape of Sonia's neck with animal delight.
Sonia wasn't listening. Her jealous eyes were riveted on the teenager thrashing her soft hips and twisting beneath Paul Comstock's savage cock. She could see that Cindy was on the verge of cumming as the panting girl arched sharply off the rug, incoherent gurgles spilling from her throat.
Then Cindy's wails drew into long lustful chants and she pumped in a whimpering frenzy. Trickles of sweat trickled from Paul's shoulders, dripping onto Cindy's sleek nakedness as he strained to keep from climaxing along with her. Her oil slicked body and grinding hips was driving him crazy and her spasming pussy gushed a boiling liquid that slicked around his cock like hot syrup.
"Oh God, God, GAWD!" cried Cindy, her belly grinding to his "I .. . can't stop ... from ... cummming!" And then: "I'm... I'm losing my mind!"
It hit like an H bomb, that first climax ... so tor-turously long in coming beneath Zelda's diabolical teasing. Her slippery buttocks squirmed in Paul's hands and she clamped her cuntal passage tight to his ramming cock, trying to suck the offering from his sperm bloated balls. Her dark head flailed from side to side on the rug and she raised her legs higher, lusting for every burning inch of his stiff penis until she could swallow it up in her belly, until she burst from the pressure ... and she almost did!
Slam! Paul plowed to the hilt in her greedy wet hole, squishing the breath from her lungs and leaving her stunned. Releasing her squirming buttocks, he wedged his arms in between her splayed thighs, still plumbing his vibrating penis up to her spongy cervix while pulling her legs higher and wider apart until they were laced around his neck. In one swift movement, he pulled free of her begging pussy slit and rammed down in deep, powerful strokes, lunging into her cunt so furiously that his cum swollen scrotum mashed against her anus. Quivering in delirium beneath him, Cindy felt as if her ravaged cunt was be-ing plowed by a blazing baseball bat each time he ham-mered up between her slippery jackknifed thighs, but even the ripples of pain shooting through her steaming vagina felt wonderful. A second climax was boiling up in her belly, and in welcome, the girl snaked her arms underneath her own ass cheeks and groped for the older man's dangling balls. One hand seized his ham-mering penis and tugged at it, trying to force him deeper into her hungering cuntal flesh, while her other hand squeezed his lust tightened balls as if trying to pump the fountain of sperm out of them.
Paul Comstock gritted his teeth, beads of sweat pop-ping out on his forehead as he tried to hold off his orgasm. He had to make this first fuck an unforget-table one if he wanted her on a permanent basis, but every sensation within him rebelled as her electrifying cunt sucked like a magnet on his steel flesh. His heart did a triple beat and his jerking pelvis began to lag, but still he doggedly shunted his cock in and out of her tight hole, waiting for his second wind.
Cindy reacted like a battery run doll gone berserk. Her arms and legs convulsed in heated spasms and her sharp teeth gnawed into his shoulder. No doubt about it ... someday this girl would literally fuck somebody to death, and he hoped he wouldn't be the victim.
Chapter 8
Guy Greenley felt like a fifth wheel on a wagon, sitting on the sofa with a cup of brandy-laced coffee in his hand watching the cock spurring spectacle of Paul Comstock batter the virgin teenager's cunt into a bleeding pulverized mass of sizzling, palpitating flesh . while his own naked wife groveled on the floor, squealing as Zelda masturbated her. Christ, it wasn't even noon yet!
His jaw clenched, rage smoldering in his body.
If Sonia was consciously trying to make an ass of herself, she deserved a gold medal. If the bitch was that hot she could have come to her own husband instead of being finger-fucked by another female. Like last night . `Oh, I'm too tired, Guy.' Tired, right .! She wouldn't be able to sit on her fanny for a week when he finished with her. Yet, his glistening penis jerked up between his thighs as he watched Sonia's breasts heave with lust as the sleek tanned blonde sat behind her, playing her greedy hands over his wife's flesh. Over the rim of his coffee cup he watched Zelda spread Sonia's pussy juices around the dilated lips of her cuntal slit, and all the while Sonia's eyes never left Paul Comstock's thick cock sliding in and out of Cindy's vagina. Jealousy, rage and a hundred other emotions ricocheted around in Guy's fevered brain.
Sure, he'd seen women touching, playing each other's bodies like a precious Stradivarius violin on the glossy ages of slick men's magazines, but to see his own wife cooing and squealing under another woman's fingers was too much frosting on the cake! Zelda's hands were aflutter, squeezing and hefting Sonia's breasts in her hands as she kissed the dark haired woman's throat with succulent lips and teased her maddened pussy lips. Christ, it was sop damned debauched he couldn't stand to look, though his penis began to swell and a drop of milk white cum dribbled out of the unblinking eye at the tip as his whimpering wife slid her hands along the inner flesh of Zelda's tawny thighs alongside her own outstretched legs.
Suddenly Sonia stiffened, her lower jaw dropping slack as Zelda teased her tiny swollen clitoris, rubbing a polished finger tip over the rosebud for a few polishing strokes while her other hand duplicated the lewd motion on Sonia's diamond chip nipples. Grudgingly, Guy had to credit his hostess for one thing: She knew how to arouse a fury of lust in either sex in record time. Amusedly, he wondered if there were prizes for people like Zelda. But as the purring blonde darted her middle finger into Sonia's soft pussy and his wife shuddered and jerked on it, Gus was ready to spring off the sofa and stuff his cock in Sonia's mouth . ram it right down her throat!
He would expect that Sonia wouldn't mind at all. But another, headier vengeance flashed in Guy's sizzling mind as he watched his wild eyed wife wriggle her naked ass cheeks back against Zelda's frothing pubic mound. His haughty wife had always thought her plump ass cheeks were something sacred, and Guy almost choked on his coffee with profane glee at his idea, wishing the blonde haired vixen would speed up her activity and make Sonia cum so he could plug his bitchy wife in the ass.
"Feel good, baby?" murmured Zelda in Sonia's ear, as she wormed her rigid middle finger into Sonia's pulsing cunt flesh and wriggled it around her slippery walls in a sensuous grinding motion that made Sonia's eyelids flutter like butterfly wings. Like Cindy, Zelda would turn her into a clawing maniac and leave her high and dry, curious to see what Sonia would do to gratify herself.
Zelda's wicked penchant for masturbating both sexes made her feel infinitely powerful as she controlled their pleasure and pain, playing on their genitals like a virtuoso bringing strains of passionate music from a violin.
Another finger, darling?" taunted Zelda in Sonia's ear, rolling and pinching one of her blood engorged nipples with cruel pressure. "Would you like two fingers up your juicy cunt so you can cum all over me?"
Sonia shed pride and inhibition in one word: "Yes. Yesss!" she moaned, her impaled cunt writhing on the blonde's stroking finger. The forest fire in her pussy was too far gone as Zelda squirmed her hot naked breasts into her victim's back and burrowed her own steaming pussy mound to Sonia's sensitive nether cheeks, the blonde sensualist's tongue slithering into her ear and tracing hot circles on Sonia's soft throat.
"Not yet." Zelda smiled to herself as she pulled her middle finger free and switched her assault to Sonia's pulsing clitoris. The housewife polka-dotted with goose-bumps and moaned in her arms, her slender naked body twitching as the oozing hot liquid of her empty cunt flowed uselessly out between her thighs, glazing them.
Zelda's darting eyes fell on Guy Greenley sitting pouting on the sofa. About time that insipid bastard takes control and puts his trampy wife in place.
Oozing with lust, Zelda gawked at her husband and the thrashing girl on the rug, noticing with a twinge of concern that Paul's strokes were slower and heavier while Cindy swung her ass cheeks and squealed ecstatically. Poor boy is getting on in years, thought Zelda with genuine sadness. If only he would let himself cum so she could have her deflowered angel all to herself. Sometimes promises, like husbands, got in the way of pleasure .
"Fuck meee," wallowed Sonia, crushing Zelda's hand to her wetly throbbing pussy, shivering all over with the need to cum, "Please, Zelda . fuck me harder!" Her voice was gilded with irritation. Smirking confidently, Zelda adjusted her timing to Paul's pumping loins. Fantastic! He was going to cum soon! Zelda wormed two oily fingers slowly up into Sonia's sucking pussy and the housewife hunched on the stiffly fucking digits, her buttocks churning against Zelda's sopping cuntal hairs.
That's what you think! grinned Zelda in silence. Quickly, she wrenched her dripping fingers from Sonia's mouse trap cunt and the housewife stared at Zelda's dripping fingers in horror, shaking her head violently, gasping. "What's wrong? Oh, Gawd, you've got to make me cum!"
"Just hang on, hang on ." Her oily fingers went to work tweaking Sonia's nipples as if to unscrew them. "I want to watch my husband cum first."
A few feet away, oblivious to everything except for the meaty cudgel battering into her seeping cunt, Cindy jolted against the electrical spark of her second orgasm spreading fire in her loins. Paul's rubbery cock head hammering against the cushiony tip of her cervix deep inside her fluttering belly was the match that set it off. Her oiled belly smacked against his tight abdomen and she squirmed to impale herself with every ounce of strength in her. God, but fucking was wonderful! Every creamy inch of her thrashing body tingled with joy as Paul's cock plunged deeper and harder into her deflowered little cunt as his cock tip swelled to rock hardness with his threatening cum.
Frantically, Cindy locked her slippery calves up around his neck and milked his heavy balls in her hand, her twitching cunt flesh wriggling in ecstasy on his thick penis as the full fury of her second climax rippled through her cunt.
God, if he fucked any deeper, her insides would turn to Jell-O!
"NOW, NOW . AAAAGGGGHHHH! I'M CUMMING!"
The sperm boiled and seethed in the steaming cauldron of his testicles and Paul's hands jerked her squirming ass cheeks up tighter against his grinding hips as he burrowed his hardness up to her cervix. Her animal grunts stung his ears as her pussy sucked at his cock. Zelda's husband stiffened and moaned as Cindy gushed her secretions to meet his sperm.
Cindy slammed her heels into his back as if trying to crack his ribcage, tremors racing through her stinging belly, rocking back on the rug and squeezing his balls with her fingers as scalding spurts hosed into her pussy and dribbled down her glazed thighs.
Tension crackled in the air as Paul pulled free his withered tube and unlocked her shuddering legs from his shoulders, spreading them on the floor as he struggled to sit up. Damn . he wiped the sweat from his forehead, grinning at his wife and shaking his head in silent concession that he wasn't the stud he'd once been. Reverently, he knelt between Cindy's thighs, staring at the red threads of virginal blood mingling with his milky sperm on her inner thighs. Her pink cuntal lips pulsated like a tiny throbbing heart. The girl had a soul down there in her cunt . she sure did.
Paul felt someone tapping him on the shoulder and he looked up to see his wife's wet-lipped mouth.
"My turn now, darling," said Zelda, staring down at the still squirming ex-virgin. Behind Zelda sat Sonia Greenley on the floor, her eyes glazed with anger and frustration, her teeth nibbling anguishedly at her pouting lower lip.
"Dammit!" she spat. "Of all the dirty tricks ." For the first time she openly glowered at Zelda, letting her discontent be known. Behind her, Guy snickered, his erection bloating happily at the thought of his perfect vengeance.
Chapter 9
Jack wasn't one to delight in other's problems, but finding the exhausted, unconscious hiker in the lake meadow had put a bounce in his step .and that wasn't all that's bouncing, he chuckled gleefully to himself.
Clouds gathered in the East now, the sun peeking through the cottony puffs in flickering patches as he unsaddled the sweat-sheened Palomino and headed toward the barn, glancing at the quiescent Comstock cabin over his shoulder.
Not since the rodeo days had he played hero, and by Go it was good to be alive! He watched dusty clouds film his pointed boots as he walked. Dry summer comin' up, he thought, raising his head to see a vehicle chomping up gravel and grumbling down the Comstock's driveway. Jack stopped short. Who the hell?
A mud-spattered jeep ground to a hat and a drably uniformed Park ranger jumped out and sprinted in Jack's direction. Visitors were rare in these parts.
"Howdy! What brings you this way?" Jack tipped his hat cordially.
"Looking for lost hikers." Joe Barnes' lips drew into a taut line and he shook his head. "Every day somebody wanders off .I swear."
"Yeah?" Jack's heart sank. So much for glory. Stick to bulls old man, if you want to be a hero .
"A girl about nineteen, I guess. Her boy friend's at the station now. Seems she got scared by a bear and took off through the foothills. You know how city people run like hell when they see something bigger'n a squirrel." Joe shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yup ." A conversationalist, Joe wasn't, but he could sum up a situation in the blink of an eye. Time to relinquish his day dream. His weathered face turned toward the barn, tightened, and his forehead furrowed with regret. "I found a girl a coupla days back."
Joe Barnes' limpid eyes brightened, and his shoulders lowered with relief. "Thank God." A crooked grin creased his mouth when he thought of the grown up little boy nursing an injured kneecap back at the ranger station. Jesus, the folly of youth . Joe raised his eyes to heaven. "Thank God."
They headed toward the bar.
****
So I'm not a virgin anymore . big deal! Thought Cindy defending the blazing, lingering orgasm shuddering through her satisfied limbs, leaving her fingertips and toes numbed. Oh, Lord, what is that? She raised her head dizzily, feeling soft caressing fingers trailing on her thighs and gawked down to see Zelda kneeling between her legs. A look of reverence on her beautiful face mystified Cindy as the woman gazed hungrily at her victim's cuntal lips, simply kneeling there, rubbing her soft palms along Cindy's cum glazed thighs.
"Do it," mumbled Cindy, drawing her knees up, her cuntal lips begging for Zelda's mouth. Her insatiable craving knew no limits after the long tortuous siege of taunting, and Cindy moaned as she grasped her own slippery hot breasts in her fingers and squeezed them, trembling as their swollen heat pulsed in response. "Make me cum, Zelda, eat me."
With her hymen shattered, no fear remained . of her tormentor or of sex. Her mind was keened for satisfaction and she would get it her way. Zelda couldn't threaten her now.
Her blood singing with lustful impatience, the brunette watched Zelda lie down on the fur rug beside her in reverse, so that Cindy's nose grazed Zelda's pussy curls and Zelda's ripe mouth hovered near Cindy's inflamed cunt. Titillatingly, Zelda slid her hand over the panting girls softly rounded hip and nudged her over on her side, so that the two naked women were mouth to vagina.
We're going to do it for real . Cindy moaned as the blonde socialite lifted Cindy's upper leg and draped it across her tanned thigh for easy access to Cindy's hair-lined pussy. Panting and whimpering, Cindy followed her leader who lapped the brunette's ass cheeks while her fingers toyed with her curl-covered pussy, bringing whimpers of lust from Cindy's throat.
With Zelda's warm breath edging closer to her cunt lips, Cindy spread Zelda's ass cheeks wide and nudged her mouth to the creamy crevice, flicking her tongue around the tiny anal ring. She darted her tongue tip into Zelda's hot rectal split and instantly, the blonde woman's naked buttocks wriggled with obscene pleasure and a moment later Cindy felt her own tingling anus pierced with Zelda's burning wet tongue.
Together, they moaned and rocked as they tongued each other's anuses, their hands stroking and squeezing each other's thighs and calves, their leg-locked bodies swaying like Siamese twins.
Holy cow . I'm actually sucking on her ass hole, and I like it! Cindy thought in astonishment.
No shame, no disgust, no finger-shaking Mama top ruin her pleasure this time! But before she could grasp the reality of this dreamy moment, Zelda shifted her lips and tongue to Cindy's pussy slit and a groan from Cindy's throat at the first maddening thrill started a fresh ripple of passion. Gratefully, Cindy crushed her own sucking mouth to Zelda's pussy and speared her tongue deep into the moist tender flesh, her taste buds peaking at the honeyed sweetness. The woman's soft pubic down smothered her face and her nostrils flared from the perfume of it.
The mind-reeling sensations assaulting her body were tortuously beautiful: Zelda's hot breast squirming into her soft belly, her upper thigh pressing down feverishly on her cheek, Zelda's snaking tongue slithering up her cum-flavored cunt, and soaring above all, Zelda's swollen vaginal lips, sucking back at Cindy's mouth.
Cindy crushed her nose into the older woman's vagina, trying to lick those syrupy juices dry and suddenly . Zelda rubbed the oil slick crevice of Cindy's buttocks and a moment later Cindy's nakedly twitching body shook violently as a stiff finger shot up her anal hole with teeth-gnashing force. But a tinge of bliss accompanied the painful jab and the shocked brunette pumped her ass cheeks savagely, impaling herself.
Never losing a tongue-fucking stroke, Zelda pushed her over on her back and plunged her finger in and out of Cindy's churning anus in perfect tempo to her lapping tongue. Groveling on top of her willing captive now, Zelda ground her steaming pussy down on Cindy's soft mouth while she used her whipping tongue to beat up a froth in Cindy's convulsing cunt.
And a ball-bloating sight it was . Cindy grunted, raising her buttocks off the rug and flung her legs straight up, locking her cum glazed thighs fiercely around Zelda's head and rocked and squealed, pulling Zelda's buttocks down with all her strength so that she could bury her sucking mouth to her partner's dripping pussy slit.
Ahhhh! Zelda's lips and tongue drained her spewing orgasm with incredible thirst and Cindy reeled beneath that gluttonous mouth, kicking her legs high in the air and ramming her nose into Zelda's anus as she sucked madly in return.
"Aaaahhhh Gaaaawwd! I'm cummming!" yelped Cindy, the words coming in a muffled wail. Her lips and tongue stung from Zelda's savage thrusts. Oh God, Zelda . your pussy!
Her orgasm dwindled to an occasional spasm as she lowered her trembling legs and eased her ferocious grip on the blonde's head, though her lesbian lover continued top grind her wiry curls against Cindy's nose and mouth.
Trapped once more . Cindy's mind snapped back to cold reality. Trapped between this ruthless swinger's cum slick thighs. No escape for Cindy until Zelda had cum .
****
Damn bitch! Just because she's rich and beautiful, didn't give her the right to pull a dirty trick like that, seethed Sonia, fluttering her finger tips over her own thighs, her long dark eyelashes whispering over her burning cheeks. First she finger fucks me half to death and when I'm ready to cum, she leaves me for that . that young kid! And it had been so damn exciting, weird but arousing with Zelda's hot breasts digging into her back and her warm pussy nestled to Sonia's tingling buttocks. Now Zelda was playing between Cindy's thighs, the teasing bitch!
Feeling a nearby presence, Sonia glowered up at her husband who was looking down at her with a strange grin on his face.
"What's so damn funny?" she raged.
"Nothing. Looks like you're a woman in need," he chuckled.
For a second his furious wife looked as if she were about to make another of her castrating comments, and then she hugged her aching breasts. "If you're all that's left, I guess ." she retorted, but her eyes glowed hungrily on his thick cock. Quickly, she lay back on her elbows and spread her legs to show off her bee-stung cuntal lips.
Christ, what a whore! Thought Guy angrily.
"Dog style, Mrs. Greenley?" he smirked, anxious to hear her first tuned shrieks when he plugged her behind. Zelda had done him a favor, leaving his wife wild-eyed like this.
"Oh, okay," she grumbled, turning over and folding her knees under her so that her ass cheeks hovered temptingly in the air. "Don't get romantic, Guy. I waana fuck."
"Don't worry, Sonia . this'll be strictly animal."
He mounted her from behind, crouching over her silken body, the naked, rubbery tip of his cock pressed against the sizzling buttocks crevice, his bloated balls dangling beneath him, leaden with sperm. Supporting himself on one hand, he slid his other hand down over her rounded belly, caressing it as he made ready for the attack.
"Crap . don't play around," hissed Sonia. "Let's fuck!" She reached back between her spread thighs and gripped his puling cock in her warm fingers, stroking it to hardness. "Oooh, that's good honey . nice and hard . and don't cum before I tell you to!" she snipped.
"Sure thing . slow and hard." . Right up to your goddamned teeth!
Crouching down on her elbows, keeping her buttocks high, Sonia guided the rubbery head in between her quivering pussy lips, moaning as she ground a circle with his burning cock head just inside the rim of her throbbing cunt. She slammed her hips back violently, forcing his penis to slide up into her boiling passage and bang into her spongy cervix.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she whimpered, churning her ass cheeks and constricting her silken cuntal muscles, gripping his penis fist-like. "Now fuck me, slow and deep."
Guy held his breath as he stroked into her fiery pussy, waiting until his rigid penis was slippery enough for other places. His softly moaning wife had just begun to meet his buttocks-flattening lunges with slow, sinuous gyrations when Guy pulled free.
"Hey ." Sonia had enough of deserting lovers. "Keep fucking!"
"Just a second." Guy straightened on his knees behind her and planted his fingers firmly into her ass cheeks, spreading the moons apart to expose her brown anal slit. Instantly he pressed his oozing cock head firmly to the eye of her anus and sucked in his breath, steeling his strength.
"What . for Godsakes, come on . AAAAAGGHHHH!"
Every head in the room turned to see Guy Greenley ram and rip into Sonia's tightly protesting rectum with every anger-thickened inch of his cock until his wiry pubic hair was screwed crushingly tight to his wife's uplifted buttocks. He clutched her slender hips brutally as she tried to wrench free.
"Unngggh! Stop, damn you! You fucking bas-tard," she yelped brokenly, beads of sweat popping out all over her body like lust-incited measles.
"Please!" God, he loved to hear her beg, the bitch!
Her pain-raked anus squirmed in torment and Guy drew back slightly, feeling her hot anal opening flex tighter around his aching penis in real anguish and he stroked hard and slow . jut as she wished, his pelvis moving forward like a leisurely drill rig until his pelvis was grinding hard against her quivering nether ring.
"Pl-please!" sobbed Sonia, gritting her teeth and trying not to move as even the slightest twitch of her hips sent violent barbs of white-hot pain shooting through her skewered ass cheeks. The air pumped out of her lungs, leaving her to face spiraling panic.
"Slow and hard, just like you wanted, baby," muttered Guy through clenched teeth.
Sonia was no neophyte when it came to sex and she quickly discovered that the pain lessened and the raw burning was becoming almost pleasurable when she ceased clenching her anal muscles and trying to squeeze him out. The shock waves tearing at her anus quickly fused with the restless throb in her vagina, heralding the last of her protest. Hoping her husband wouldn't notice, she surreptitiously slid a hand down between her legs to her pussy and drubbed at the twitching clitoris. Pain and excitement joined hands and the excruciating pressure of her husband's pumping thickness inside her anus churned into a frothing, throbbing mass of pain-pleasure, until her whimpers of anguish became sustained moans of joy.
Jesus! Sonia finger fucked herself furiously. I like having Guy's cock shoved up my ass! Wriggling her hips and shuddering at the agony she now craved, she muttered, "Fuck me in the ass . harder! Oh, Guy, I think . I'm going . to cum!"
Guy paused in mid-stroke, wondering if he'd heard correctly. She liked it! Damn, he couldn't win with this woman for nothing! With hard speed, he slammed his cock inside her writhing anal hole, trickles of sweat pouring down his muscled chest, his buttocks quivering tautly. My God, she was jerking her ass cheeks back hard to meet his thrust.
Suddenly Guy froze and shivered, feeling Sonia's sphincter muscles spasm wildly on his impaling cock and a moment later cum spurted out of the throbbing hot tip and into her fiery anus. A long grunt of release bubbled from his lips as Sonia clasped his bursting penis to the hilt inside her rippling rectum and shimmied her hips in joyous thanks.
"Burns!" was all she said, her dangling breasts heaving as her forefinger vibrated against her thrilling clitoris. Her own body hosed out an orgasm and she clamped her anus feverishly on his deflated cock, demanding ore of his cum, thrusting a finger deep into her sucking cuntal flesh and wishing it were Paul Comstock's cock.
Guy pulled his withering penis from her semen spattered ass cheeks and sagged, puffing to his knees. For another two minutes Sonia twitched in bliss, and then collapsed on her back, blinking up at her husband.
"You raped me in the ass!" she complained, stroking her chafed buttocks.
"You loved it," he snapped back.
"It was sort of . fun," she conceded, grinning. With curious admiration, she stared up at him, wondering where he'd got the nerve for a trick like that. Maybe the guy wasn't such a dud after all. So he wasn't hung like Paul Comstock, but he had potential.
"Get me a drink," he ordered his wife, and leaned back on his elbows to watch the two lesbians locked cunt-to-mouth a few feet away.
Only one thing would make Zelda Comstock, the bionic sex bomb, cum, and as the insatiable blonde scraped her teeth maddeningly over Cindy's clitoris, triggering a tortuous thrill, Cindy groped for the brown ring of Zelda's anus and raped it with her middle finger. She wriggled and jerked it in and out of the squirming hole in furious strokes, while burrowing her numbed lips onto her clitoris and sucked violently.
Cindy increased the fury of her attack until the crazed blonde began groaning deep in her throat and tossed her throbbing cunt on Cindy's slavering lips as if to crush her. The heady vaginal perfume and smothering cuntal fuzz trapped Cindy, panicking her until she had to free herself of the prison of flesh! She swirled her tongue around the bucking blonde's blood-inflamed clitoris until Zelda was a mass of moaning, lust-pulverized flesh. He free hand shot up to squeeze Zelda's sweating breasts, tweaking at the puffy nipples. Finally in desperation, the trapped teenager clamped her front teeth over Zelda's clitoris and nibbled at it.
That did it! A minute later Cindy was free of crushing hot breasts and madly whipping thighs as Zelda rolled off her teenage captive's slick nakedness, inflicting a last lingering suck on the sobbing girl's stinging little pussy that brought a wail of punishing joy from her lips.
Tremors too high to measure on a Richter scale swept through her crucified flesh. She felt as if she'd run a harrowing gauntlet of depraved sex and barely survived.
At least it was over . oh dear God, at last .
Had it been worth it? The fiery glow in her loins said yes, and fearful of asking her mind the same question, she focused on other things . like her freedom. I'm free and safe and so what if I'm not a virgin?
The cum glazed brunette stretched her sensuously glowing young body out on the bear skin rug. She stared Zelda in the eye and this time she didn't cringe or cower. "Can I go into Moose now?"
Zelda cast a smirking grin toward her husband and wiped the cum from her lips. "Leave? Now? But darling, we've just begun!"
Chapter 10
Jack's heart had sunk down to his baggy kneed underwear when he and Joe Barnes combed the hay loft. No hiker.
On all fours the park ranger scanned under the bed, then dragged out a copy of Playboy Magazine and flipped it open t the centerfold. Joe shook his head and whistled at the perky brunette spread eagled in the haystack. Standing up, he clapped the dust from his hands onto his pant thighs, "Sure you weren't dreaming, cowboy?"
Jack withered, blushing to his ear lobes, and said nothing. The ranger snickered and flung the magazine down onto the bed "Come on," he said, slapping Jack on the shoulder. "We're going up to the house. She's probably there."
Jack grabbed his sleeve. "No.no them's real private folks, don't want nobody snoopin' around."
Cindy was up there, Jack knew, but damn it, he couldn't go charging in there or the Comstocks would throw him out by the ear. His job or the girl. The old cowboy glanced around the paltry surroundings he'd called home for many years and an aging sadness shuddered through his bones. He'd been content here.
Content? You call this happiness?
"Come on. Let's go."
*****
Five minutes was hardly enough time to catch her breath, but that's all the Comstock's gave her. Cindy's fine features crinkled up incredulously as Guy lay down beside her, running his hands over her strawberry nipples and staring at her with hungry eyes.
"You wanna fuck?" he asked, and as her boiling orgasm sizzled in her pussy, she nodded, thinking "Why not?" and gripped his penis in her fingers, stroking it with an eager whimper, glancing up at the others to see if they were watching. Some of Zelda's obstreperous sexual habits seemed to have rubbed off on her.
Zelda lolled back on the rug with a cigarette and a drink watching Cindy with casual interest. Her husband held a glassful of brandy too, but his penis was erect as he watched Cindy and Guy through thoughtful eyes. Cindy shivered, and her pulse raced at the sight of his brutally powerful penis. Looking unusually demure and contented, Sonia watched her husband fondle Cindy's breasts with a gleam of admiration in her eyes, as though she discovered something wild about him.
"Get on top of me so you can control your own kicks," said Guy, smirking at his own wife.
"Like your wife did with Paul?" she asked, knowing that to fight was a waste of energy that could be put to more satisfactory use. Cindy threw her leg over his naked flanks, her oil smeared ass cheeks squirming slipperily as she folded her legs under her and pressed her knees close to Guy's hips, grasping his hardness in her hand and pressing it with a soft moan up t her curl fringed pussy mound. She teased herself, stroking his cock head against her slit while Guy reached up to cup her quivering breasts, kneading their silken heat in his strong fingers and stroking her hot nipples.
They're not going to let me out of here until I've been fucked half to death. Cindy realized resignedly. I better make this good. Not that it took too much coaxing.
Milking his penis in her soft fist, Guy groaned with pleasure, and said hoarsely: "Stick it in your pussy.Christ, you're making me hot.your sexy tits.I'd love to cum on `em."
Cindy shivered. All that burning sticky cum oozing down over her sensitive breasts.--whow! Lifting her hips and guiding the rubbery head of his lust bloated penis up inside her swollen pussy lips, she hissed with pleasure (not unlike Zelda) and slid down his stiff penis, moaning as the searing pressure wedged up into her moist tightness, up in her sensitive cervix.
It felt wild! Cindy's oiled body swayed from side to side, rocking on his poling cock drubbing up into her slippery depths. Her head reared back, eyes closed and as his plumbing cock head ground into her embedded cunt, she crushed Guy's hands tighter on her tingling breasts. Now Cindy understand the wild-eyed joy on Sonia's face when she rode Paul's cock rodeo style.
"Fuck," grunted Guy impatiently, goaded by the succulent teasing pressure of her wetly throbbing cunt. Resting her weight on her knees, she lifted up until only his penile tip peeked inside he hot pink folds and then down with a low wail, forcing Guy to grit his teeth to keep from cumming. To add to his pleasure she started to grind in circular gyrations, swinging her hips in wide circles above his loins. She cooed and mewled and pouted her lips.
Guy might have unloaded his testicles right then and there had not his wife been watching. Now when he was gaining the upper hand was no time to lose control. No matter how wild and juicy the brunette's frenzied cunt was, he'd hang on somehow.even though the soft grinding friction of her tightly soaked cuntal passage was becoming almost intolerable around his sensitive cock.
From his comfortable perch Paul Comstock felt his cock tingle from the arousing sight of Cindy's voluptuous ass cheeks wriggling, bouncing and squirming. He'd been the first to take her in the cunt, and that left just one tender prize, one irresistible target. His brandy glass tinkled on the marble coffee table as he set it down, stood up and went over to stand behind the thrashing brunette, his penis seething as he studied the ripe, cream colored contours of her swinging cheeks, their satin smooth flesh slicked with oil. Hell he'd never taken both cherries from a girl.why not?
"Hurry up," chuckled Zelda, licking her lips. "Let her have it, baby!"
From the sidelines, silent and intense, Sonia Greenley watched, tenderly rubbing her own burning ass cheeks, recalling the white hot burn of her husband's cock ramming up her insides. The brunette was getting all the prizes. Well, let her have one in the back door! Tear her in two, Paul!
"One hell of an ass," he smirked, kneeling up behind the girl and caressing her buttocks, spreading the oil over his fingers. Cindy stiffened at the touch momentarily, but foreign hands on her body were no surprise any longer.
Paul rubbed the slick oil over his purple cock tip, his eyes glittering on his teenage victim's churning ass cheeks. Legs splayed out on either side of his hips, her puckered little anus was wide open to inquiry, but that wasn't enough for Paul. Gently, he eased Cindy forward and down onto Guy's lean muscled chest.
Distracted from the hot hardness drubbing into her pussy, Cindy resisted the pressure on her back, shrugging him off. Ohhh.! The pent up dam in her vagina was ready to burst the walls of her seething orgasm and she pumped her cunt up and down furiously on Guy's thundering cock, hunching down on top of her groaning partner, mashing her hot breasts onto his chest and slithering her tongue deep into his brandy-sweet mouth.
Behind her the vulnerable pink puckered button winked back at Paul as she crouched nakedly. Cindy tugged at Guy's hair and mewled passionately into his face, licking his eyes, his nose, and his ears. Oh sweet torture!
"Hugghh!" She sucked in her breath, tensing, and then she screamed under the most violent pain she'd ever felt.worse than Paul's cock shredding her hymen .worse than the vibrator .worse than fear of the bear even. A blazing hot poker ripped into her tiny rectum with such brutal power that she tried to loose consciousness. Oh God, what was it?
"Hello there," he smiled. "It's cherry picking time."
"Oh Lord, don't . do . this . to me!" she screamed, trying to rear up in protest, but a second wave of agony shuddered through her searing buttocks as her rapist began to pull his meaty cudgel back. "Nnngghh!" he rammed again, tearing into her raw chamber with bullish force.
Cindy shuddered and sunk her teeth in Guy's shoulder to vent her pain, feeling as if her loins would explode as the fire in her tender ass cheeks pounded into her at a cruel rate, each body jolting plunge leaving her shaking with pain and humiliation. And she thought she was free! What a cruel joke! A dribble of spittle drooled from the corner of her fear-gaping mouth and she turned imploringly to stare Sonia in the eye . Sonia the sex-hungry bitch who would be here in Cindy's place.
Dimly the nineteen year old realized her elastic anal ring was expanding beneath this gut-tearing pressure and that flickers of strangely pleasurable excitement were radiated from her awesomely impaled buttocks. Each forward lunge sent Cindy crushing her tingling cunt down onto Guy's hard rod. And her only cogent thought was: Two hours ago I was a virgin, and now I'm being fucked half to death by two men at the same time. Oh Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
That tissue this membrane separating their thick cocks plunging deep inside her belly, might as well not have been there. The blood filled poles ramming to the hilt into her sandwiched body met in mid-stroke in mid-belly, as if trying to touch heads.
Time was merciful. After a few minutes of this gut-tearing torment, Cindy started to feel an eerie, yet not unwelcome, delight as the wildly fucking cock inside her rectum quivered and bloated to a ridiculous girth. And from the front, Guy's matched inch by quarter inch. She clawed at Guy's broad shoulders, raking her fingernails over his chest, gnawing at his neck, drooling into his ears as Cynthia Anne Weinstein became aware of the most violent orgasm yet was roiling, festering up in her cock-bloated loins.
"Cum . cum in my ass!" she gasped, writhing and sweating with lust. "Both of you cum! DAMN YOU, FUCK ME HARDER!"
Outside the sealed walls of the Comstock cabin Joe Barnes and Jack stopped dead in their tracks at the shrill cry of a female screaming. They looked at each other and with set jaws took off in a gallop for the house.
Inside Cindy bucked between her two male ravagers, her sphincter muscles competing with her vaginal ones to see which could squeeze the hardest at the spasming cocks ramming into those tender openings. Her fleshy breasts squirmed against Guy's chest in time to her grinding ass cheeks against Paul's loins.
"Unnggg, unnnggg, uhnnnn ."
Cindy hissed fire as Paul's penis spurted into her buttocks, thick hot gushes of cum flooding her raw rectum, her steel tight muscles clamping with all her might on his boiling cock, clinging to her depraved climax. A fraction of a second later Guy's spurted into her twitching cuntal flesh and she ground against him, her vaginal muscles rippling, sucking on his exploding cock head. Liquid passion squirted into her cunt until the nerve shattering ecstasy began to subside, leaving the girl utterly, deliciously sated .at last.
In a star spattered daze, Cindy wearily lifted her head, her hair matted in coiled ringlets, a lopsided grin on her pleasure flushed face. There sat Zelda with a cigarette in her moth, and Sonia curled up kittenishly on the floor, stroking her own breasts, a sensual glint in her eye, and the cowboy who'd .
The cowboy! Consciousness was crueler than Zelda's games.
Cindy's hand flew to her mouth, muffling a shriek!
Like dominoes heads turned toward the open door where stood the Comstock's hired hand and a dumbstruck red-faced park ranger trying to shrivel into the woodwork. But it was the old cowboy's face livid with rage that stole the show. His gnarled fists pumped into two steel balls, his lower jaw grinding against his upper one, his blue eyes strangely patriotic, bulging as they were with red veins.
"Bastards! Goddamned perverted bastards!" he bellowed, springing across the floor and smashing Paul Comstock in the face before the park ranger could pull him off.
The Greenley's looked at each other and Sonia sprang for the bedroom, her husband tossing Cindy off his sweating body and making a mad dash after his wife. In the corner Paul swiped at his bloody nose, his wife smoldering, blowing angry smoke rings in the air.
The air was tight with tension.
"Get the hell out of my house," glowered the infuriated blonde. "Get the hell out of my house!" Louder this time. Zelda's icy composure melted into red hot rage and the sienna porcelain vase missed the park ranger and crashed against the fireplace, sprinkles of glass showering against the smirking moose head.
Cindy dodged the onyx ash tray, too, scrambling on her hands and knees toward the bathroom, leaving sticky strands of semen to dribble down her thighs and puddle on the floor.
Dear God, now what!
Chapter 11
Except for those shed pounds and the gimp in his gait, Jed seemed robust as ever, optimistic in a controlled sort of fashion.
"Cindy .Jesus girl. Quite a vacation, huh?" An insouciant lopsided grin ruined the symmetry of his youthful features while he waited for her answer, the smile fading when hr face hid from his, turning from him, too, the flush of guilt that he interpreted as weak womanly emotion.
"Hey .what's the matter?" Strong arms enfolded her, squeezing out sobs of relief. She couldn't look him in the face, not after .some things are best forgotten. He need never know. Jed nor Mama .
Behind them in the ranger station a scuffling parade of park visitors in cut-offs and backpacks shuffled in and out, studying maps while Joe Barnes handed out park regulation folders, disgruntled that more than half of them ended up in the trash can outside the door. Funny how people think the woods are safe as their backyards, mused Joe. Now take the kids behind me .
Out here in the woods he'd seen some pretty weird goings-on, but the scene in the Comstock's living room would make a darn good book.
As the last hiking boot scuffed out the door, the park ranger strode back toward the kitchenette to pour a cup of coffee, inevitably brushing past Jed and Cindy enroute. Joe's limpid blue eyes locked on those apple cheeks and wide brown eyes. Jesus she didn't look like the type.
Cindy jolted when he spoke. "Got everything settled, kids?"
Mutely, she nodded, his presence too much company at a moment like this.
"We'd like to thank you, Mr. Barnes," put in Jed enthusiastically. "And we'd like to thank those people who took care of Cindy. If you know who they are, we'd like to thank them personally before we ."
"No!"
Bewildered, Jed squinted disagreeably at his girl friend. "But Cindy, if it hadn't been for them ." An abrupt quiver in her shuddering body startled him and in mid-sentence he traced over a red welt on her soft neck. "Gosh, look what that bear."
It wasn't a bear, it was a lioness, Cindy wanted to say, her spidery eyelashes batting over her high cheek bones, recalling the gentle, nibbling touch of Zelda Comstock's sex magnetized mouth. And the ranger knew .but didn't say a word. God bless him!"
"Well .take care, kids!" He patted Jed on the shoulder and winked at Cindy who smiled back, shaken.
Cindy let out a grateful sigh. She had survived. Zelda Comstock had led her down a dark alley of perversions but there was light at End of the tunnel .there was Jed.
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By five o'clock that afternoon a padlock hung on the Comstock's cabin door. From the hay loft Jack pressed his nose to the smudged window for a last glance, trying to control his rage. Damn perverts, think they're so damned civilized `cause they have money .Go back to the city and stink up your own air..
The dresser drawers were pulled out, emptied, his few belongings stuffed into a faded army duffle bag. Down on hands and knees, he peered under the bed for stray socks and stuffed them in too, then grabbing the blanket off the bed, he started to fold it up when the Playboy magazine plopped on the floor. What the hell .he stuffed that in too.
Naw .he'd find another place to live. Down in Moose maybe. Existing for dead memories and an old horse wasn't living.
Again at the window he watched the maids load up a car, wondering how they felt about being fired. But that didn't matter because in minutes .
Real panic gripped his arthritic limbs. Hell, who would know it wasn't an accident? In this dry weather.
He sat on the bare mattress sipping cold coffee and smoking cigarettes, cogitating, and when the car's tires crunched on the gravel driveway and the old Chevy faded to a pin prick of light belching up clouds of dust, he stomped down the steps, dragged a piece of rubber hose from its two penny nail and stuck it in the gas tank of the old tractor, funneling out a few gallons. The gas sloshed against the bucket rim on the uphill trek toward the cabin.
Like a bad temper on a full moon night the flames exploded, leaping like dragon's breath into the air and from his tree stump vantage point the old cowboy smoked a cigarette, thinking about what to do with the Palomino.
Arson was against the law, but he was doing the world a favor. Certainly that ravaged hiker would agree. Only one way to deal with evil .kill it before it kills you. Forgive me Mamie .but I gotta forget you, too.and if I meet some nice lookin' lady in Moose, don't get mad at me.
