Chapter 7
A vacuumed tomb-like atmosphere darkened the living room where the draped windows and locked doors barred interruptions from the outside and held in the cloying stench of cigarette smoke and murky sexual vibrations. Tension crackled in the room.
Tied by ropes, laying vulnerably spread eagled on the bear skin rug with their haunting eyes raking over her nakedly shivering body, Cindy felt like someone's drug hallucination come to life: a virgin sacrifice in pagan mythology. Above her the sorcerer, Zelda Comstock, slipped out of her silk sari with a delicious sense of anticipation, shuddering from the expectant tingle in her lips and tongue as she swept her hot gaze down to Cindy's glistening cuntal lips.
Zelda's beguiling penchant for games was the logical conclusion for a once practicing psychiatrist who'd married into wealth and refused to blend undistinguished into the glittering backdrop of her husband's lavish lifestyle. The affliction of the wealthy, ennui, settled in during her late twenties when avant-garde swapping parties were still tantalizing risque. They bored her, that simplistic I'll-let-you-have-my-husband-if-I-can-have-yours psychology. Too superficial, too unenduring. Slowly, she developed her own style of swapping and with it, an unnatural bent for teasing and corrupting. And this young, ripe victim laying sacrificially on the floor fired Zelda's imagination.
Zelda stared hungrily at Cindy's fluffy pussy lips as she stripped off her own black bikinis, giving the others as eye full of her lush growth of brown pubic curls several shades lighter than the hair on her head. The naked vulnerability of Cindy's virginal genitals lent an added thrill to the perverted game Zelda called 'mind fucking.' Now, with her victim roped and totally forced into submission, she knew she could dispense with all her contrived charm and persuasion and immediately plunge into the ritual of merciless teasing and irrevocable sensual corruption. Zelda was a witch, a sexual cannibal, devouring youth and innocence.
The countless husbands and wives who had groaned and grunted eagerly beneath her fiery mouth and fingers and above her wildly clasping mouse trap cunt filled her with contempt. What challenge was there in a willing pussy or cock? No conquest, just another used, desperate body searching for new kicks like herself.
Fully naked now, Zelda stood between Cindy's widespread legs and rubbed her long middle fingers around the slowly puckering nipples as she stared down at the lovely brunette, deliberately rousing herself to teeth clenching excitement and lustful impatience. The girl's mouth was small and delicate like her glistening pussy, and Zelda shivered happily as she imagined Cindy's ripe pink lips sucking voraciously at her swollen pussy lips and throbbing clitoris. God, how she loved that! This Little Red Riding Hood would be perfect for sixty-nine, and if Paul's stud horse cock got all the glory out of bursting her precious cherry, at least Zelda could console herself that her own tongue had licked it first.
Cindy stared up at the blonde tormentor's shimmering nakedness bathed in orange fire light, then glanced at the others who were also naked but waiting for the witchy blonde to start shouting orders. But Zelda was in no rush. She let the suspense mount, pinching her dark nipples between her fingers and felt them pucker hungrily as she reveled in omnipotence. Looking at her, one had the feeling she could have been a Mussolini or Hitler reincarnated; this dominating quality made her orgies so unpredictable and in demand. Zelda the queen bee, her husband and everyone else her drones.
To prolong the unexpected was the name of her game, and Zelda turned to take in a cursory glance at the Greenleys, whose insufferably boring company could be forgotten now that she had her virgin. As usual, Sonia was giddy with drink, something about her hysterical nervousness that made her laugh too loudly and agree too readily, amused Zelda. It had been the cunning dark haired young wife-and not her milk toast husband-who'd leaped at Paul's suggestion of a private party in their mountain cabin and, knowing that the Greenleys had traveled in the same swapping circuit, Zelda was curious to test their limits.
She ran her dark eyes hungrily over Guy's sinewy body, lanky like most Scotsmen, drinking in his thick male flesh that poked out straight from his coarse sandy pubic curls, its rubbery head swollen with blood. New cocks were a favorite toy of Zelda who spotted a milk-white drop of over eager pre-cum oozing from the slit of his glans, tempting her to drop to her knees before him and lick the salty sperm up on her tongue. She knew she could give Sonia's husband a blow job that would shame his wife, and while she loved to prove her superiority at fellatio, she knew there would be time for egotistical satisfaction later.
The blonde's gleaming eyes darted next to Sonia, sweeping over her high, daintily rounded breasts with their taut dark nipples and down over her gently curved belly and slim hips, and a fresh ripple of lust raced through Zelda's sun bronzed flesh. There was something wildly arousing about that leggy housewife, an hint of frenzied need in her burning, rabbit-darting eyes and willowy body that made Zelda's finger twitch restlessly with a lewd sapphic urge. Instinctively, she sensed Sonia had never had sex with another woman and that she would respond to Zelda's loving masturbation and, two, that she had never had it in the rectum. That made Zelda smirk.
Zelda had long ago discovered that a certain type of girl loved to be finger fucked by a woman, and Sonia Greenley fell into that category hook, line and sinker. The frustrated type, unaware of her own suppressed impulses. The nervousness was there, despite the brash facade; this woman would wince in repulsion if forced to actually suck another woman's wetly seeping pussy. The wealthy woman possessed an uncanny intelligence for ferreting out another person's hidden sexual fears and hang-ups. Sonia's intentions reeked; she was a greedy social climber trying to advance her husband's career and get a few favors on the side for herself.
In spite of her dread and horror diseasing her mind and body, Cindy couldn't stifle her curiosity for long, and she watched the two couples undressing, feeling her heart hammer against her ribs with fear. But the stunning blonde looming over her fascinated and terrified her the most, and as Zelda stripped, exposing her sun bronzed breasts and voluptuous nakedness, the trembling virgin quivered with searing shame at the thought of having a woman touch and caress her. That would be like having her mother playing with her vagina, and that repulsive idea made Cindy gag. How one woman could thrill another at sex was beyond her. The mere idea of begging to plant her lips on Zelda's vagina-she could clearly see her moist pinkly swollen pussy lips up between her full parted thighs-made the mortified girl want to die with shame.
And as Cindy eyed the others fearfully, seeing Paul's tree trunk penis and bloated testicles and Guy's purple veined penis, its purplish tip oozing an obscene trickle, Cindy prayed she would faint before she was forced to touch any of their naked bodies. To think she'd been saved from one drastic fate only to be put on a sacrificial platter to be devoured by this pagan witch made her want to burst in anguish. The suspense was jolting her raw nerves, sanding the synapses electrically, as Zelda towered above her, her sensuously twisted mouth smiling crookedly, her fingertips stroking her own full breasts as she ravished Cindy's nakedness with her gimlet eyes.
"Hhhhhaaahhh . . . " Cindy stiffened as Zelda suddenly knelt down between her legs that suddenly went to jelly. The wild-eyed blonde leaned forward and a second later, Cindy groaned in humiliation as Zelda's hot bare flesh mashed down on hers and her fiery lizardy tongue slithered into the squirming blonde's mouth. "Mmmmmmffff. . . " Cindy tried to wrench her face away, but Zelda gripped the girl's cheeks in the steely clutch of her wiry fingers and snaked her wet tongue around Cindy's retreating one while grinding her moist pussy flesh against the shamed virgin's pouty pussy lips and twining her shapely legs around Cindy's tied ones.
Oh, God, make her stop! The nineteen year old had tolerated being French kissed by boys, but never by a woman and never with the mashing weight of soft hot breasts crushing hers. Their puffy nipples rubbed together and a lewd ripple of something devilish quivered through Cindy's body as Zelda feverishly ground her desire sopped cunt hairs against the brunette's helpless cunt and swirled her tongue around Cindy's pearly teeth.
Cindy moaned a pleading protest in her throat, fighting the effects of Zelda's champagne saliva, but that soft wail only incited Zelda. The first sign of surrender . . . how well she recognized it! Purring, Zelda sucked on her victim's full lower lip as if to devour it, sending hushed tingles of unholy desire ricocheting throughout Cindy's tied-down body, bee-lining for her vagina.
"God, I wish I could fuck you like a man!" Paul's wife panted throatily as she writhed her belly hotly against Cindy's and slid her hands down to cup the brunette's succulent breasts, squeezing and stroking the soft flesh as she flicked her wet tongue maddeningly into Cindy's ear, then blew into it. A second shudder of guilt-ridden pleasure rippled through the sobbing virgin's rope bound body, and she shut her eyes and concentrated on the red mist of fear behind her flickering eyelids.
The room fell silent, save for the crackling of the fire. Cindy's mind whirled in chaos as Zelda tweaked her captive's nipple buds and showered her soft throat with warm wet kisses, edging suspiciously down Cindy's tanned flesh until, to her shock and horror, Cindy realized she was awakening to the sensuality of the naked blonde's grinding body weighted down on hers, at the swollen heat of Zelda's breasts and the moist burning pressure of her milk soaked vagina jerking spasmodically on Cindy's out-stretched thigh. This indignity could not happen to her! Not to Cindy Weinstein! What had she ever done to deserve this, she wondered bitterly.
Her shame darkened at the knowledge that three other people were gaping, waiting for her first submissive response at being mauled by another woman old enough to be her mother. Still, Cindy couldn't pull the plug on the electrical sparks of lust that charged through her body with heated ferocity. That a woman's naked flesh could be so warm and sensual as it crushed down upon hers seemed impossible, and never had she dreamed that another woman's vagina could create such ticklish friction as it rubbed across her clitoris. And hot kisses shamelessly showered over her throat running over the soft trail were Jed had . . . Jed! Dear Lord, she'd nearly forgotten about him!
"Get off of me.. . you lesbian!" spat Cindy, wrenching her face away and sobbing pathetically.
"Oh, ho, our little virgin is getting defensive," smirked Zelda, lifting her head from where her pouty lips had wrapped around Cindy's left nipple, taking it between her front teeth and nibbling deliciously.
"You're . . . disgusting!" grunted Cindy, suddenly fearless.
Jed . . . that night.. . before the bear . . . she had wanted sex with him more than anything in the world, just for the sake of curiosity, and to prove her mother wrong. Now that she was trapped with four perverted adults who prided themselves on their lewdity, those goals were buried in the name of chastity. In the past, with Jed, she'd let herself be aroused, then clamped the lid of virtue down at the last minute when her mind's eye reeled back fourteen years to stare gaggingly at her mother's mangled leg. "Worse than the time I broke my leg and they id to give me morphine." Now, as Zelda sucked and tongued Cindy's desire-swollen nipples, burrowing her heavy breasts into the girl's soft stomach and scraping her steaming pussy against Cindy's thigh, Mama's voice came through loud and clear. The moans of rising lust died in her throat and she gnashed her teeth, resisting the crying urge to arch her naked body and thrust more of her throbbing breasts into the blonde's mouth. An acute stab of shame followed the soft wet trickle of moisture in her dilating pussy slit as her body could not cut off what her mind could.
When Zelda suddenly grunted and bit into Cindy's rosebud nipple, the girl's defenses crumbled in a whimper of pleasure-pain that drew into a hiss as the ravenous vixen slithered her warm velvety tongue down into the creamy valley of Cindy's heaving breasts and across to its twin which she sucked noisily.
The outcome was inevitable, no mystery to Cindy as Zelda eased down on her spread-eagled nakedness inch by silken inch, sucking and biting like a lust-crazed rodent, her deft fingers stroking and pinching Cindy's milky orbs and dipping, on occasion, into the winking eye of her navel. All the fear and shame the trapped virgin felt now clashed furiously with the swiftly spreading fire in her blood. The forested nest of her vagina was consumed with the crackling blaze of awakening sensuality.
She's. . . she's going to lick me down there! Cindy thought with a strange blend of horror and breathless anticipation. It's all hot and wet. . . and ugh.. . sticky, but she's going to put her tongue in my hole-and oh, forgive me, Mama, but I want her to! I feel like I'm on fire. I've got to control myself! The softly weeping brunette's face was a mask of shame as Zelda's beguiling lips and tongue left her shivering and goose bumping. Into her navel, flicked the hot tongue, goring into the silken flesh, teasing, taunting, tempting.
Cindy Weinstein was trapped, the sacrificial center of attraction in an impending orgy with four adults who lived for the obscene tricks normal people with healthy libidos found too disgusting to even read about. Coyly teasing a boy in the back seat of his daddy's Chevy was a game she'd grown master at. But this game followed no set rules, except those spontaneously conjured up in Zelda Comstock's twisted mind and nothing coy indeed in the hot, lustful kisses being planted on the virgin's belly flesh and nothing playful in the tense, excited faces hovering over the two women on the bear skin rug, eagerly drinking in every detail of Zelda's practiced rape.
"I'll have you begging yet, angel titties," murmured Zelda, the exotic oil on her body making Cindy's nostrils flare.
"Never! Lesbian!" snapped the virgin, then trembling from head to toe as Zelda kneeled low between Cindy's widespread thighs and showered kisses on the creamy flesh of her sensitive inner thighs, inches below her glistening young pussy. Then the mouth lifted and warm steamy breath exhaled onto her swollen pussy lips, making them flower open. Cindy opened one chocolate eye to steal a peek, feeling a shocking gust of fierce excitement at the sight of the beautiful woman's lush red mouth poised a few inches below her hair-fringed vagina. Like an aristocrat about to feast herself to the point of gluttony . . . thought Cindy.
Above her, hushed whispers hinted at her crumbling fate and Cindy's body twitched suspensefully as the blonde's mouth smeared glossy red, opened and hovered close to her warmly perfumed cunt. "Unnggghhgg.. . " Hands, impatient ones, were gripping her rounded asscheeks, raising the girl's pubic mound to within a quarter inch of her full parted lips. Zelda's succulent lips brushed over the fine black curls teasingly.
Had Cindy suspected the agony in store for her at that moment, she would have gladly offered to commit every perversion known to man. . .
Up between the coed's forced-apart thighs, Zelda paused to savor the girl's burning anticipation and fill her own nostrils with the virgin's hot fragrance. Zelda could smell virgins, it was true. She prided herself on her artistic oral jobs, and now, in heated suspense, she plotted her every move. She would arouse this virgin to hysteria, suck her cunt until her clitoris was the size of a marble, stick her tongue inside those clasping cuntal walls sipping up their milk. But because Cindy's lush pink cunt smelled so sweet and looked so ripely succulent, peeping through the black veil of curls, the insatiable blonde knew she must control her impulses.
Under no circumstances would Zelda allow Cindy to have an orgasm . . . not until the rebellious girl was reduced to a groveling sex slave.
For half a minute she'd been blowing hot air across Cindy's naked cuntal crease, wafting the black silken tendrils. When she finished, Cindy Weinstein would journey through life with Zelda Comstock's lewd brand of sex seared on her mind and body. . . the scarlet letter of lust. How many naive creatures like this silken-bodied virgin were sexual carbon copies of herself once she and Paul had finished with them? Oh, what a tribute to immortality!
Since Zelda had lost her baby years back, sexual immortality had become a conflagrating compulsion, and she felt a strange vampirical fulfillment each time she sucked the honeyed juices from a vibrant teen-ager's vagina as though she could transfuse her young victim's loveliness and sex appeal into her own aging process.
Blood singing in her ears, Zelda dug her painted talons into Cindy's trembling ass-cheeks until the tanned flesh oozed between her spread fingers.
"Aaaahhhhhh!"
Zelda clamped her hot mouth to the squirming, tasty cunt, lashing deep into the burning pussy hole, sensing currents of bliss shudder through her wicked body as the girl's luscious pussy pulsed, flowering open involuntarily.
"Mmmmmm . . . baby, you taste wonderful!" Then she went back to her greedy lapping, flicking her long tongue deep into the fiery hole and burrowing her aristocrat nose tightly into Cindy's pussy hairs, her eyes gleaming on the younger girl's panting white breasts above her bobbing head, her taste buds relishing the sweet trickle of hot cuntal juice, her feverish mind comparing the taste and texture of this virgin pussy with a dozen others she had savored over the years.
Ah, heaven! The sex-crazed woman clamped the girl's swelling clitoris between her lips and vibrated her tongue against its nubby flesh, feeling Cindy's trembling ass-cheeks quiver madly. So the little bitch was playing tough, huh? thought Zelda, listening for a whimper, a sigh, a groan and hearing none. Fine . . . she would suck and nibble on Cindy's oily clit until the little bitch squealed for more.
Slouched in a leather chair with a glass of champagne in his hand and his cock throbbing with lust, Paul Comstock watched the X-rated spectacle with husbandly pride and a good deal of masculine impatience. Not even Circe herself could prime an innocent girl as well as his Zelda could, and it always made his gonads ache to see his beautiful-bodied wife blow a little girl's mind with her famed blow jobs. Hell, it was almost poetic, he mused, watching over the crystal rim of his cooled glass, seeing two beautiful females having sex together.
Not bothering with social graces, he kept his eyes glued on the pagan feast taking place on the bear skin rug and reached out to grab Sonia Greenley's slender waist. In a burst of shrill giggles she landed with a fleshy smack on his naked legs, her buttocks flattening. A dribble of cold champagne dribbled down onto Paul's aching testicles and he slid his middle finger down through the milk-moistened curls of her cunt to gouge in between her fleshy cuntal lips. Delighted with his attention, Sonia cast a rejecting glance at her husband, her perky nose twitching haughtily at him.
Jesus, I hate gigglers, thought Paul, his cheek muscle twitching from the pure thrill of it. He'd love to shove his prick between her pouty lips to shut her up . . . but no, not until Zelda gave permission.
"Ohh," Sonia wriggled her shoulders in a naked tease. "I'm getting sooo hot watching your wife eat her pussy I could cum right now!"
Paul stifled the urge to tell this haughty little bitch what he thought of her cheap senseless talk. He'd met this type before . . . the hysterical female who used the right words in the right company, as if she expected that to turn him on. Huh! What a joke. In fact, he would have bounced her ass off his lap had it not been for her soft fingers grasping his blood-heavy cock, stroking its hot girth while she ground her pussy with low moans against his rubbing hand. Next, she would be asking him for it. The impatient, greedy type, he pegged her, the type of person who at a buffet would load her plate without regard to other's hunger. It amused him when she flipped her dark hair over her naked shoulders and cooed down at him:
"Oh, Paulie, fuck me now. I love big pricks like yours . . . I'll give you a blow-job first!"
Selfish cunt! Had to have her pussy filled so everyone could fuss over her and distract the attention from the chaste little virgin spread-eagled on Paul's living room floor.
"Sorry, chick. Not yet." Paul murmured as he ran his fingertip down over the creamy crevice of her soft buttocks and found her rubbery little anus. He pressed hard and when Sonia cringed away in obvious fear, Paul grinned, still watching raptly the teen-ager groaning on the fur rug as she weaved her head from side to side and bit her lip to silence her cries. He could tell Cindy was desperately trying not to show how she delighted in Zelda's tongue-fucking, but he knew the Virgin Mary herself could not hold out fifteen minutes beneath his wife's wickedly practiced tongue.
And he wanted that cherry! He tolerated the dark-haired housewife jerking at his blood-engorged cock in her soft hand while he teased her warm anal ring with his fingertip, trying to decide whether Zelda would play this game to the hilt. Never would he stifle his wife's pleasures in mid-game. No, she'd brought him more turned-around, lust-crazed young girls than he could count and he wanted to ram his thick blood-swelling cock right up to that little Jewish princess' cunt!
Enviously, Sonia's shallow rabbit-like eyes followed the direction of Paul's hungry undistracted gaze, and with disappointed frustration, she twitched impatiently on his lap, grinding her soft buttocks into the thews of his muscular thigh.
"Come on, fuck me, please . . . " she whispered huskily into his ear, stroking his rigid penis faster with her deft fingers, and watching with malicious satisfaction her husband's face flush only two yards away. She'd had a grueling time trying to talk the stodgy man into a week-long swapping party, and now she wanted to see him squirm, the lily-livered bastard! Teasingly, Sonia moaned as she stroked her husband's consultant's hot rubbery shaft in her fingers, feeling her loins seething as his cock swelled larger and harder.
"Ohhhhh, your prick's so big, Paulie, darling," she purred, pooching out her reddened lips and fluttering her false eyelashes over her high cheekbones. "Shove that hot cock in my cunt, baby," she pleaded, loud enough for her husband to hear.
"Sorry, baby . . . not time yet." The lean, frost-templed millionaire smiled amusedly, watching his own wife suck the rope-bound virgin's thighs, her tanned asscheeks wriggling with her exertion. Hell, Sonia could jerk his cock all night and he wouldn't cum unless he wanted to. His remarkable control over his ejaculations was the reward of years of regular wife-swapping. Sure, he wanted to fuck Sonia-he'd screw any female who wanted his cock. And she would be a human dynamo under him . . . if only to prove to her husband that another man could make her cum quicker than he could. But not yet. Oh, Jesus, Zelda was right.. . the Greenleys were crashing bores. He would fuck her in due time, but now he wanted to wait a few more minutes to see if Zelda could do her stuff with this girl's tender cunt. If she succeeded, then didn't want to go through the prolonged ritual or oral torment, then Paul wanted to save his first load for the Jewish cherry.
People like Sonia Greenley made him laugh. Sure, she was playing her own teasing game with her whimpering husband, trying to rile him so that he would be provoked into raping her. And if anyone needed a rape-preferably in her ripe little ass, Paul thought as he squeezed the soft fleshy mounds-it was this small-breasted, socially ruthless, little bitch.
"Ahhhhh . . . mmmm . . . unggghhh!"
Suddenly, all six eyes of the naked watchers focused on the twitching virgin below, the orange flames flickering over her shimmering body as the first long, keening moan escaped her clamped lips and her back arched up off the rug in a high curve of desire. The tip of her tongue peeked out to wet her lips which moved speechlessly, and then she sobbed in a barely audible whisper:
"Never . . . never . . . never!"