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.