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.
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 .