Val Marrick: Tied up aunt

Jacqui gazed hungrily at the wink of Anne's asshole as the girl turned round and bent over. The oozing slit of her pussy smiled at the librarian from the midst of a tangle of black pubic fur. A trickle of cunt juice drooled out of her gaping pussy and ran down her leg.

She finished tying the free end of the rope to the frame of the exercycle. The other end was still in a loose loop around Jacqui's neck. The prisoner didn't care by this point; all she cared about was Anne Roxbury plunging her face into her pussy as soon as possible!

Tits bouncing, Anne stood. "Help me with this, will you?" she asked her gangly accomplice. There was a set of weights resting near the bench on Chuck and Martin had first raped Jacqui that afternoon. They were big ones, with a heavy bar an Olympic standard forty-five pound weights the size of wheels grunting with exertion. Anne and Chuck manhandled the thing over to where Jacqui lay slumped against the cycle.

"Lift your sweet cheeks up, darling," Anne told her captive in honeyed tones. Drowsily, Jacqui obeyed. The fact that her body seemed to float on a sea of exotic relaxation did nothing to alter the fact that she was bursting with passion! Normally such a request, coming from her ingeniously cruel tormentor, would have alarmed her. Now, all she was concerned with was that nothing would keep the girl from getting down to the business of sucking her pussy as soon as possible!

She obeyed. Anne's tits bounced as the massive weights were dragged under Jacqui, so that she was draped across the bar with her hindquarter on one side and her small tits hanging down on the other. The bar was high enough so that Jacqui's butt was way up in the air, with her knees wide apart. Her own pussy was spread demandingly open, slavering cunt juice.

"Whew," Anne breathed. She let her fingers slide lightly down her prisoner's back. Jacqui stretched like a cat at the thrilling touch. She couldn't restrain a moan of naked lust.

"Is that your car up the block? The beat up old. Chevy?" Anne asked Chuck. "And is that Trooper in the back?"

"Yes," Chuck nodded, puzzled. Then his eyes gleamed. "Hey – yeah, that's right! He is."

"Go get him won't you? While I keep our cunt-lapping librarian happy?"

Chuck smacked his lips. "Right!" He was gone like a shot, pulling on his clothes as he went.

Who Trooper was, Jacqui had not the foggiest notion. Probably some other friend of Martin's from Walter Williams High, like Chuck or Anne. Well, by this time Jacqui didn't care if Chuck was going to bring the New York Knicks in to watch Anne Roxbury suck her cunt. They could all take a crack at her themselves when the cheerleader was finished, as horny as she was. "Oh, hurry," she sighed, pressing her cheek against the carpet.

With a thump Anne dropped to her knees beside Jacqui's upturned ass. She bent over and kissed it, right at the top of the spread-out crease between her buns. Jacqui shuddered with delighted anticipation. Anne ran her lips teasingly down the crack of her captive's ass. The smell of watering cunt greeted her distended nostrils as she kissed her way down the woman's ass. She ran her tongue-tip in a wet swirl around Jacqui's asshole, eliciting a low growl of pleasure. Then she stuck her tongue out and lapped it along the librarian's pussy gash.

Martin sat stiffly in his chair. His prick was as stiff as his back. He may have been boiling with suppressed rage against his cruel and treacherous girlfriend. But watching his own aunt slowly get turned on while being forced to eat cunt – and now witnessing the spectacle of Anne unleashing the full power of her passion on the older woman – was almost too much to bear!

He wished with all his heart that his hands were free. Not so that he could overpower the naked raven-headed slut and overpower her while her helper was gone – but so that he could wrap his fingers around his painfully-throbbing cock and jack off, to release the incredible pressure building up in the boiler of his balls!

Anne ran her tongue back and forth along Jacqui's dripping slit till it was lathered with cunt sauces. Then she took hold of the woman's bare ass and dug in. Her lips and teeth worked furiously on the pendulous pussy lips while her tongue worked black magic along the entire length of Jacqui Hyde's cunt slot.

The nude librarian was in seventh heaven. What a wealth of sweet sensation flooded into her pussy.

Anne Roxbury gobbling her cunt was a delight she felt from the tips of her toes to the roots of her shiny hair!

Lesbian or not, the cheerleader's expert cunt eating was driving her crazy. It was an experience unlike any she'd ever had. She thought back to the tongue-lashing her nephew had given her pussy – was it just two days ago? – in the bathroom of the sprawling house. She had imagined that was the most wonderful sensation her cunt would ever encounter. But she was wrong!

It wasn't that Anne's oral attack on her drooling cunt was better than Martin's had been. It was just… different. Deliciously so! Her amber eyes closed blissfully.

Noisily Anne slurped at Jacqui's pussy. The vengeful cheerleader had to admit the older woman had just about the sweetest little honey-pot of a cunt she'd ever put her mouth too – and she'd had her face buried in a lot of snatches, in those of half the female teachers and every cheerleader at old Walter Williams.

Her own twat, so recently and so well eaten itself, was beginning to slobber unashamedly down her flawless thighs. But it wasn't just the carnal joy of dining on her captive's cunt that made her pussy overflow with delight.

Serenely unaware of what Anne had in store for her, Jacqui lay with her cheek against the floor and reveled in every little nuance of sensation in her cunt. There were a lot of them. Anne's educated mouth seemed to be doing a dozen delicious things to the librarian's snatch at once!

Steps rang hollowly down the stairwell. Chuck was returning from his trip outside. Accompanying the youthful security guard was a peculiar scrabbling noise that made Martin Reinhard cock his head and listen, frowning.

With her face against the carpet and her pussy full of joy, Jacqui was unaware anything was going on. Anne, her full red lips wrapped around a succulent mouthful of cunt, heard Chuck coming. Her blue eyes glittered.

Eyes fixed religiously on the lewd scene being enacted before him, Martin only spared a reflexive glance over his shoulder as Chuck emerged from the stairwell. He was looking back at Anne and Jacqui, watching the voluptuous little brunette delicately stretching Jacqui's cunt flaps between her teeth, with her lips over them to keep them from abrading the twat lips. Then he froze as something he'd seen registered in his brain. With the hairs prickling at the back of his neck, he turned his head and looked back at Chuck.

He got a good look at what was with Chuck. "Oh my God!" he bit out, and then words failed him. His jaw worked soundlessly. Chuck, prepared for the occasion, stepped forward and stuffed a handkerchief into Martin's mouth. "Mmmmmmmph," the young man growled, chewing the rag. His green eyes bugged out in horror.

Kneeling behind Jacqui's upthrust ass, Anne redoubled her eating of the librarian's tasty cunt. Her tongue streaked maddeningly up and down the moist crack of her pussy, then the girl bent her head back and thrust her chin forward, her tongue straining to touch the pearly button of Jacqui's clit.

The eager tongue seemed to strike sparks of sheer pleasure inside Jacqui's cunt. "Oooooooooh!" she cried. Her ass began leaping around as though it had a life of its own. Her pussy lips slobbered all over Anne's nose as though trying to swallow it.

The bound woman's bare ass was bucking like a bronco storming out of the chute. Determinedly, Anne clung to her captive's thighs with both hands. Somehow she kept her mouth in position, fastened like a lamprey on that sucking, salivating pussy, her tongue punching incessantly at the swollen nerve-rich node of her clit.