Val Marrick - Tortured bride

The stiff cold breeze from the air conditioner wafted heady pussy-smell to Diana's nostrils. Yvonne exerted slight pressure on the leash. Diana put both hands on the floor and leaned forward.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Yvonne sighed as her prisoner's lips met the lips of her pussy in a crushing embrace.

The unfamiliar flavor of cunt seemed to burst in Diana's mouth like the explosion of a shell. Diana tried to pull back, stomach turning, against the pressure of the slim hand that cradled the back of her neck and sought to hold her face against her captor's pussy.

The whine in the air warned her, but nothing could prepare Diana for the pain that ravaged her body as Yvonne slashed at the crack of her ass with the riding crop. The leather stung her asshole. She cried out hoarsely, the sound muffled by the damp mat of Yvonne's pussy.

"Eat me!" Yvonne demanded, caressing the auburn head between her thighs. "Eat my pussy! I have to feel your lips, your tongue, sucking and teasing and lapping my pussy! Oh, hurry, eat my cunt!"

Diana had opened her mouth to cry out as Yvonne's riding crop bit into her ass. Now her mouth was full of the woman's pussy lips! They were squirmy and hot and rubbery, covered with hot oils.

The captive's stomach did a flip-flop. She'd never realized the taste of a woman's cunt was so overwhelmingly concentrated. It wasn't the flavor of the forbidden cunt-fruit in her mouth that overpowered her. It was the intensity of the pussy taste and smell.

Yvonne gripped Diana's head and ground her pussy into the captive's beautiful face. "Yes!" she cried. "Ohhhhh, I love it! How I love to feel your mouth on my pussy! Suck on my cunt lips – lick my hot clitty – eat me!"

The lips of Yvonne's greedy cunt slipped past Diana's teeth. Pussy oils scaled her tongue. Her nose was pressed into the thick black thatch that covered the mound of her captor's cunt. The dripping pussy almost cried out for attention.

Slowly, Diana put her tongue out and teased it between the flexible pussy flaps, and into the overflowing well of Yvonne's cunt.

She raised her hands to Yvonne's thighs. The flesh was smooth and silky. As she slid her hands beneath her tormentor's lovely ass, she felt her own pussy tingle and begin to water with excitement. She cupped Yvonne's asscheeks with fervent fingers and buried her face in the woman's slobbering cunt.

Her tongue fucked deep into Yvonne's cunt. A wild scream of ecstasy burst from the black-haired wanton's lips. The prisoner's hands felt good on her ass, the all-consuming mouth fastened like a lamprey over her pussy was almost unbearably thrilling, filling her body with delight.

With something like horror, Mike Burden watched his captive wife become visibly turned on by eating Yvonne's cunt. Diana's big tits, dangling down to her ribcage, seemed to swell, and the nipples hardened with desire. Her slim fingers began to mold and caress the pliable flesh of the woman's ass. Her auburn head bobbed excitedly as she ate eagerly at the gaping cunt.

"Your wife is a very talented woman, Mr. Burden," Eric said. "She obviously gives excellent head. I haven't seen my sister get so excited from having her cunt lapped in a longer time than I can remember."

His mouth still gagged, Mike could not respond with words. But the look he gave the motel manager spoke volumes. Then he turned his anguished attention back toward his cunt-eating wife.

Raven-haired Yvonne certainly was getting excited. Her head was thrown back so that her midnight-tresses streamed down her bare back. Her back was arched and her large tits jutted toward the ceiling. Her whole body was in motion at the raw erotic joy of having Diana devour her cunt.

The young bride was amazed. She was actually enjoying the feel and taste of another woman's pussy! Yvonne's assflesh was a delight to touch, and she could feel the excitement building in Yvonne's naked body. It seemed to flow into her mouth through the black-furred cunt.

Her tongue made a circle within the woman's cunt. "Unnnnn!" Yvonne moaned. Her buttcheeks tightened in Diana's eager grasp. "T-tongue my cunt good!"

Diana lifted her head from her captor's pussy. The cord had slipped from Yvonne's hand and hung from Diana's neck to the floor. Neither naked young beauty paid any attention to it. Escape was the last thing on Diana's mind, and they both knew it.

Holding her tongue out stiff like a ragingly hard cock, Diana began to scout the pink, wide-open mouth of Yvonne's pussy. With just the tongue-tip between the frilly fringes of Yvonne's cunt, it felt to the azure-eyed woman like a feather was tickling her delicate pussy lips. Aromatic oils leaked from the slack-lipped twat in a steady flow to stain the chair.

"Uh-uh – I can hardly stand it," Yvonne gritted. Her teeth were clenched as though from unbearable agony. Diana's tongue teasing the insides of her cunt lips was filling her pussy with a pleasure so intense she could barely stand it. "Oh, Diana, honey – you do that so well! Push your face right up my cunt, sweetheart. I'm about to come!"

Pulse hammering lustfully in her ears, Diana got a good grip on her twin handfuls of succulent ass and leaned into the open cunt with a splash of pussy sauce. "Yeeeeeah!" howled Yvonne as Diana frantically gobbled at her pussy.

Instinct took over. As long-nailed fingers caressed her temples, Diana sought and found the swollen button of Yvonne's clit, sticking out of its protective hood of pink flesh at the upper end of her pussy slit. She licked the ultrasensitive clit while cunt honey trickled down her chin.

It was as though a live wire had been touched to the pearly nerve-node of Yvonne's clit. Surges of sheer erotic electricity stabbed into her pussy. Her cunt gushed with sweet pussy sauces as a violent orgasm wracked her magnificent nude body.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Yvonne wailed. Her feet kicked in the air. Her thighs were wide apart, opening her cunt like a pink, bearded clam to Diana's lusting lips. Her nipples quivered and her tits bounced as climax after furious climax shook her body. Passion pulled a red curtain over her eyes.

Her powerful stomach muscles drove her, pussy against Diana's face in a series of short, hard jerks.

Her cunt lips kissed the naked captive's chin. Diana licked and sucked her clit until the juices ran from that climaxing cunt as though from a squeezed orange.

Diana could feel the wild energy of Yvonne's orgasm. She was near to coming herself. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, and began to lick the length of Yvonne's cunt, running her tongue along the liquid-filled slit. Yvonne shrieked as the cunt-eating made her come yet again.

Then, her hands were on Diana's shoulders, pushing the auburn-haired captive onto her back on the floor. Yvonne sat, facing Diana's feet. Her cunt was above Diana's face. The prisoner watched with lustful anticipation as Yvonne's flawless asscheeks lowered toward her face and the black-furred cunt bloomed like an exotic pink flower. Yvonne's pussy pressed down on her face, cunt flaps parting to enfold her hungry mouth. Then Diana felt the subtle, thrilling touch of her captor's mouth on her own cunt. Sighing with delight as Yvonne kissed her needy cunt, she opened her mouth and began to eat the luscious pussy.

The sun beat down mercilessly on Diana's naked, spread-eagled body. "Please," she moaned, twisting in her bonds. "Let me go. My-my tits are getting sunburned."

Standing with her hands on her lush hips, next to the oddly-shaped frame to which her captive was bound, Yvonne shook her head and clucked with mock concern. "Poor baby," she said. "Such lovely tits you have. We wouldn't want anything to happen to them, now, would we?"

She glanced over her shoulder, toward a corner of the motel. Traffic swished by on the highway beyond. Diana wanted to scream for help, but she knew very well no sound would carry above the sound of the fast-moving cars.